“You learned fast.”
“That’s the place ahead, on the left.”
I waited for oncoming traffic, then cut across and parked diagonally in front of the place. It was small, with soft lighting, hushed piano, well-dressed customers, help that moved with professional competence. I left my hat at the tiny checkroom and followed her down between the tables to a table for two. I saw how she walked, saw how tangle-footed awkwardness had been transmuted into leggy grace. The waiter took her gin and tonic order and mine for Scotch on the rocks. She glanced around the room as she took off her gloves. I held a light for her cigarette and looked directly into her eyes, realizing that it was perhaps the first time I had ever really looked at her. Her eyes shifted away and I thought I saw a slight trembling of her cigarette as she lifted it again to her lips.
“You’re so tan, Gevan. You make all these people look bleached. As if they’ve been left out in the rain.”
“I remember a vacation when you came back with a good tan.”
“I’m lucky. Most redheads just burn and burn and peel and peel. I remember that vacation. I didn’t even want to take it. I was afraid the plant would fall down or something if I went away.”
“Officious?”
“Well — earnest.” She lifted her glass. I looked at her ring finger and saw it was unadorned, and my mild pleasure surprised me.
“Should I start earning my drink?” She asked me.
“Go ahead, Perry.”
She frowned and stubbed out her cigarette. “It isn’t terribly complicated. Mr. Mottling came in and from the first day, he started getting hold of the reins. He pushed your brother out of the way, and your brother didn’t seem to mind. He seemed relieved, almost. Mr. Mottling fired everybody in sight who disagreed with his policies. He couldn’t fire Mr. Granby, because Granby is an officer of the corporation. But the conflict between them was very obvious months ago. Your brother’s death brought it out into the open. The battle lines were already set. By Saturday, the day after your brother’s death, both sides started to move. Mrs. Kendall Dean is backing Mr. Mottling. The Chairman of the Board, Mr. Karch, with your uncle on his side, is backing Walter Granby. The meeting is set for next Monday morning. And you actually hold the balance of power, Gevan. Both sides are going to try to get you to vote with them. I don’t know if there’s been any pressure yet. I mean aside from Mr. Fitch going down there with that proxy form. I knew that wouldn’t work.”
“How did you know that?”
“When I worked for you, I knew what you thought of Mr. Fitch. And I knew — why you left, of course. And I know how you like to know all the facts before you make a decision. So I knew it wouldn’t work.”
“That’s more than they knew. There was some pressure today, Perry. Niki asked me out. She arranged for Mottling to arrive while I was there.”
“What do you think of him, Gevan?”
“Very impressive. What do you think of him?”
“A secretary’s opinion?”
“The opinion of an orderly mind, Perry.”
She turned her glass slowly, her lips pursed. “I think he’s a good executive. If he has a weakness, it’s with people. He gets results, but gets them through fear instead of loyalty.”
“I’d think that would make him less effective.”
“It doesn’t seem to. But there’s one thing—” She smiled over at me. “It’s too vague to talk about.”
“Hunches are pretty valid sometimes.”
“Gevan, I read all about him in the paper when he came here. The things he’d done. The jobs he’s had. He’s had bigger jobs than this one, Gevan. He’s got a good reputation. I just don’t see why he should be so — well, so tensed up about Dean Products. It doesn’t seem as if there could be enough at stake for him. But I shouldn’t be sitting her talking about things on the management level. I’m out of my depth and you know it.”
“I’m not too sure. If you were me, would you support Granby?”
“No.”
“Mottling then, in spite of this feeling you have about him?”
“No, Gevan. Neither of them. Mr. Granby is financial. The plant needs a production man at the top. He knows that, so I’m not being disloyal.”
“Then who?”
She tapped a cigarette on the back of her hand. Her voice was utterly calm. “You, of course.”
“Now wait a minute—”
“The whole Granby vote could be switched to you in a minute, Gevan.”
“I haven’t got a tenth of Mottling’s experience. I’ve spent four years getting out of practice.”
“I haven’t been swimming in two years. I don’t think I’d drown if I went tomorrow. I think you owe it to yourself, Gevan, but more than that you owe it to the firm.”
“Maybe you’ve forgotten why I left,” I said angrily.
“Oh, everybody remembers why you left, Gevan. Your brother stole your girl and you went marching off in a big dramatic huff.”
“My God, that makes it sound juvenile!”
“Wasn’t it — just a little?” she asked mildly.
“My personal life isn’t up for discussion,” I said.
I saw the quick hurt in her eyes and felt ashamed of myself.
“You asked me for my opinion, Gevan.”
“I know, but—”
“And I couldn’t give my opinion without saying something personal. I’m sorry if it bothered you. Not way down deep sorry. Just surface sorry, because I still think your relationship to Niki is pertinent. It effects what will happen at the plant.”
I know I glared at her. Her eyes didn’t waver. I managed a weak smile. “Okay, Perry. I asked your opinion and got it. Thanks.”
Her answering smile was good. “I don’t want to push my luck, Gevan, but do you still feel the same way about — her?”
“I don’t know. I came back with the idea of — hating her, I guess, but that word is a little too strong. I saw her. Whatever it was in the beginning — in the very beginning — attraction, desire, what have you — that’s still there.”
I ordered another round. Her smile was a twisted thing, a look close to pain. “I used to hate her, Gevan. And that word is too weak.”
“You! Why?”
She looked away. “I guess it’s a common thing. Getting a massive crush on the first boss you have all to yourself. A kid crush. An office infatuation. My God, I was young, Gevan. If you’d asked me to jump out the window, I wouldn’t have waited to raise the sash. When you started going out with her, everybody knew it. Everybody knew you’d gotten her the job. It hurt when you started taking her out. But I told myself it was just one of those things. You’d get tired of her. Nothing to worry about. Did it show, Gevan? What I was feeling?”
“I thought you used to blush a lot and knock things over, but I didn’t think of that reason.”
“I used to think it showed. And I used to think you were laughing at me. Maybe telling your friends about the kid stenographer with the crush on her boss.”
“It didn’t. And I wouldn’t have told anyway.”
She balanced her chin on her fist. “Oh, I had it all worked out. A real script. One day you were suddenly going to look at me. I mean really look at me. And you would be astounded such incredible charm and beauty had been underfoot all this time and you’d been too blind to see it. You would make a speech, and I would simper, and then we would clinch and walk into the sunset together.”
“Perry, I never—”
“I was an awful little fool, Gevan. Every night I prayed that tomorrow would be the day. But it never was, of course. I thought I was going to die when I heard about the engagement. That was a dreadful winter and spring. You know, you used to ask me clumsy questions — about girl things. Colors and so on. And I knew you were buying things for her. I couldn’t stop hoping you two would bust up. Then you did. It was like the sun coming out. I lay on my bed and laughed out loud, I was so happy. But you went away.”