Page 26 of The Boardroom: Jonathan
Samantha sat down on her front steps and practically giggled. “Of course I did,” she said as I sat down beside her. “And I’m thankful for it, really. But what on earth changed your mind?”
“I had a burger with Sam Tiffany,” I confessed.
Samantha shook her head, beaming. “Of course,” she said. “Even someone as soulless as you couldn’t lay that man off.”
“Hey!” I said, elbowing her. “So, were you serious…about dating me? About giving me a chance?”
Samantha snuggled up to me and sighed. “Well,” she said. “I realized that being someone who cares about the people she works with means I have to learn to trust them…” she giggled. “…Even if initially, they kind of seem like douchebags.”
I shook my head and laughed. “That can’t be easy.”
Samantha looked at me and smiled. “It’s a lot easier when you fall for them.”
She kissed me, and somehow, I already knew that many years later, as an old man looking back on my life, on all my negotiations and deals and dollars, thatthis,this one kiss on a front step on a cold day,thiswould be my greatest accomplishment.
