17.

The meeting went successfully. Atleast from the looks of it. The client was the head of the group that manages the resort. He was already a client for Blackwell. He needed some legal advice from Mr. Blackwell. Considering,he himself ,had come down to the resort , the meeting was very important.

The group that owned the Rubix was called "Newcastle." Newcastle group was one of the top clients for Blackwell and that explains why Sir himself had to come down here.

The head of the group, Mr. George Bastian, was attending the meeting with his group of directors. I was in the background along with the other secretaries, jolting down the minutes. This was their group's discussion and Mr. Blackwell was the one who would give them their advice. He will be paid well for his time.

Post the meeting, Mr.Bastian, along with his secretary,took us aside.

"It's the weekend. You guys should stay here and relax a bit. Don't rush to go back today.Think of it as a vacation"

I looked at Mr. Blackwell.

Please say yes please say yes. Its too good of a chance for me.

Mr. Blackwell looked at me. Maybe he saw my puppy eyes . He agreed that we would extend our stay for another day.

Yay! We have another day here!

But wait , would I get free time? Will I have to accomodate both of their schedules?

As if to answer my question, Mr. Bastian spoke.

"Let's head to lunch now. We are catching a flight back post lunch."

They were leaving. You know what that means? No caretaking for those guys. No more meeting with them. I may have some time for myself even if Mr. Blackwell wants to continue work.

The secretaries were seated at another table while the Newcastle management and Mr. Blackwell sat in another. They were merrily chatting away non business stuff. We could hear them from our table.

The other secretaries at my table were jovial too. They were a fun bunch when they were relaxed.

"So , what's your type?" Asked Margaret, one of the secretaries of the board of directors.

She was a bubbly girl,in her early 20s. She had this bouncy pixie cut and a demeanor of what only extroverts have. She was the first one to talk to me when I sat at this table all awkward. A couple of minutes in, she started chatting happily and the others joined in She had this mischievous look on her face right now,kind of reminded me of Parker .

All eyes were locked on me. I didn't want to have the spotlight.

"Now,now, Maggie! It's rude to ask that of the guest.He just met us now."Another person on the table interrupted.

Oh good, some one with some sense. Jessica was it? Her names Jessica I guess. A blonde haired girl in a pony tail. She would give a sexy vibe.

"We have to ask if he has a girlfriend." She turned her head and smiled.

She was even more interested than Margaret.

I was flustered with the sudden bombardment of questions.

"No no ,I don't have one."I managed to burst out .

"That's great. You can tell us your type then. You have so many women here, one of us would be your type."

I don't like where this conversation is heading to.

This is what peer pressure feels like.

"See,Maggie here likes tall men while I like athletic men. Vero is married but her type is bearded guys while Jordan likes -"

She winked at him , he blushed. I know who he likes.

"So tell me. This is how you bond with buddies. "

My type? How long has it been since I thought about it. My eyes drifted to Mr. Blackwell. He was sitting there swirling his wine glass with his back to us.

Mr. Blackwell is a celebrity,he is everyone's type. But if I don't think of him, who would be my type then?

Was it that person? How was he again?

Tall ,lean with black hair. Eyes covered under heavy rimmed glasses.Most of his face was covered as such the only cheeks were visible which had this small freckle and pimples on them. But he was cute. You could make our. And he had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

He was the opposite of Mr. Blackwell. While Mr. Blackwell had an untouchable aura around him, he had this welcoming feel to him.

This man rarely smiles while that guy used to follow me around like a puppy.

I had some regret when it came to him. I could not say goodbye when I left. Maybe he doesn't remember me now anyway.

And he must have moved on. But yeah,that's my type I guess.