Page 13 of Mailroom Delight
Except with Miss Paige.
I felt she’d been given too much free reign over her content. I was surprised to see there was no control over what she put out each week and the woman basically did and said what she wanted. It made the magazine millions but that wasn’t the point. Why make millions when it could be billions? With just a little more quality and sensitivity that could happen.
She was talented and knew how to handle herself. I liked that. I liked it too that she didn’t care who I was.
Paige seemed stuck in her own ways and was definitely the kind of no nonsense woman that mesmerized me.
I finished for the day and headed over to San Francisco Bay to meet Hunter. We went way back, and I caught up with him every time I came back to visit my family.
It had been just over eight months since we saw each other.
Hunter was a business man, too. He ran an adventure experience business that suited his adrenaline junkie personality perfectly.
As I pulled into his driveway he was coming out of his garage. Inside the garage I could see he was working on an old racing car and I wondered what he was up to. Back when we were teens he used to race cars and bikes a lot.
It got him in a lot of trouble, and he ended up in juvie a few times.
He came from a broken home where his dad had abandoned him and his mom when he was twelve.
I’d come from a home where my parents loved each other and were happy in their marriage. It would be forty-five years in the summer. I was the youngest of three. I had two brothers who were one and two years older than me. I was thirty-six, but they still treated me like the baby. The younger brother who needed help.
It was annoying as hell sometimes, but when I made acquisitions likePortrait, it showed what I was capable of.
Our family business was wealth management. My dad and my brothers ran the company, but I had decided to fly solo six years ago.
I’d shocked them all when I made my first million, and my income only went up every year after.
“Dude look at your car. What the hell? I can race that with ease.” Hunter beamed seeing me. He ran his fingers through his thick beard, large brown eyes looking over my Lamborghini with keen fascination as I got out.
“You can have it when I go.” I smiled and moved over to him, clenching his hand in or normal greeting.
“You’d give me a Lambo?” he chuckled shocked.
“Yeah, sure. But, no racing.” I teased because I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Don’t be an ass. You expect me to have a Lambo and not race?” He huffed.
I shook my head. “No, I actually don’t. How about you just use it as a get around? You know like buying your groceries and taking your mom to the salon.”
“Asshole. You know this car is either for racing, or a chick magnet. Since you don’t race I’ll go with the latter for you.”
“Not picking up chicks today Hunter.”
“Yeah right man, that’s original.” He laughed at me.
I supposed I deserved that. I wouldn’t even bother to deny I was a playboy. I knew I loved women too much, and that might not be the best representation of myself, but that was me.
I wasn’t a dog though. I didn’t cheat. I didn’t get involved with anyone I felt was looking for something serious, and I reckoned my interests in women would be like this until the day came when I met the magical being who could fill my every waking thought.
We went out to the terrace where Hunter fired up the barbeque and tossed on some burgers.
“So,Portrait, is it good?” Hunter turned over the burgers on the grill.
I adjusted myself on the deck chair, turning so I could look at him.
“Perfect, except for the pain in my ass advice columnist.”
“Ah, yes. The lovelyAsk Paige.” Hunter smiled.
