Page 94 of Our Best Friends Wedding
“Ok, lock the door.”
“Adrien what do you have in mind?”
“Sara I know what you need, unfortunately I can’t give it to you, but I can help. If you want me to, that is?”
“Ok” I whisper.
“Good.”
He talks me through a mediocre orgasm, but it gets the job done and Alex laughs when I walk back in the room.
Alex has become my closest friend since I moved to LA, and well, he's not stupid enough to know me and Adrien have a ritual before big presentations.
“Shut up,” I whisper as I sit down.
“Is he coming?” He bursts out laughing.
“No,” I sigh.
“That's not what I meant.”
He whispers, this time, I look at him with my mouth wide open.
We go through the motions of the strategy for what’s going to happen for the rest of the year for the Miami base of the two hotels Adrien owns.
Susan looks uncomfortable in her seat, but she’s the only one. We explained to everyone in the room why we didn't think they were going to work and added some ideas that we knew would work easily. The only problem in the room is Susan.
“I’d feel better if we had the okay from Adrien,” she said, putting her coffee mug down.
“Mr. Banks is available to call in,” Alex says, calling her out in his tone.
Alex presses some buttons.
“Adrien it’s Alex, you’re on speakerphone.”
“Hi everyone. Hope everything is going as planned.”
I motion with my hand for Susan to speak up. She's the only reason we’ve had to call Adrien in.
Thank god Alex had the great idea that if we needed to call him, he was going to do it, not me. Alex has had my back all week.
“Adrien, it’s Susan.”
“Susan. What’s the problem?”
He sounds annoyed.
“Well if you’d answered any of my calls this week you’d have known.”
“Susan. I know you don’t like some of the changes Sara and Alex want to make, but frankly as I told you earlier in the week. It’s her department and Sara and Alex have been doing a pretty good job so far. I’ve kept up to date with everything all week.”
I look over to Susan who pulls a face. She looks nervous about something, but I can’t place what it is.
“Adrien, sorry for wasting your time,” one of the men at the conference table says.
“No problem. And Susan?”
She looks at the phone in the middle of the table.
