We trotted into the Jet and sat down for take off.
“What time is the meeting Zack” Steven asked pulling on the collar of his shirt, he appeared to be sweating.
“8:00am” I said glancing through his diary, “then you have a meeting with Apple, in San Diego, in California at 5:45pm, so we will have to leave New York by 11am.” I said casually.
“Where’s my laptop” snapped Steven.
“It’s here” I trusted it into his hands.
2hrs Later
7:14am
We walked off the plane, where a Limousine was waiting by the Jet, we clambered in and the Chauffer drove off. We were held up at the gates because the guard thought that the car was suspicious, the chauffer shoved $100 into his hand, the guard reluctantly waved us through.
“Shit, where the hell is the telephone, I thought I told you to put it by the door” yelled Steven.
The Chauffer casually pulled the window down and said
“You know it takes time to get these things done.”
“Watch the road not me” Steven gritted.
I stared out at the hundreds of Yellow cabs that surrounded us.
“Here we are” said the chauffer.
We jumped out; I looked at my watch 7:57, just enough time to get into the lift and meet Jack.
“Do you have my notes” said Steven trying to clear the sweat on his forehead from his already soaked handkerchief.
“I searched for the notes in his bag; I found them and handed them to him just as the doors opened.
“Hello, we’re here for the 8:00 meeting with Mr Jack O’Connor.” I said hesitating as she looked up.
“He’s not here, probably can’t be bothered to get his butt out of bed, he normally comes in at about 8:30.” She spoke quietly and quickly not looking at me but at her computer. She then looked over at the coffee table, expecting us to take a drink instead of being given one. Steven didn’t like this; he is used to being served or things done for him.
If he wanted something done, he wanted it done straight away.
“How long is Mr O’Connor going to take” Steven hissed.
“Well you heard the woman, he doesn’t come in till 8:30” I said calmly.
“God forbid he’d come in on time for work for once, when we actually need to talk to him, urgently.” Snapped Steven.
“Give him a chance” I said.
“I’ve given him, what 15mins now!”
The lift chimed, a few people brisk fully walked out, and they were closely followed by Jack. His appearance was very shabby, his suit was creased and his shirt was stained with grease. His hair was full of sweat and there seemed to be no importance in his figure.
