Thursday, May 22, 2008
What I wanted most was to grab a shower and take a nap. I hadn't got to sleep until five o clock that morning. I dropped my clothes on the chair and walked into the stall shower, turning on the needle spray. I couldn't feel the tightness leave my muscles under the soothing warmth. The telephone rang several times while I was in the shower. I let it ring.
I did a lot for Wynn, but when I came out of the shower I picked up the phone and told his secretary that I didn't want any calls until four o'clock.
The ring of the telephone woke me. I never wear wrist watches, but I sometimes search for it on my wrist to look for time. Anyway, the phone said it was four. I reached for the receiver. It was Wynn himself. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon," he said. "Where the hell have you been."
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping!" he shouted. "We have a board meeting over at Haft office. We are due there right now."
"Sorry Wynn I didn't know."
"No worries, its next door from your hotel anyway."
Our meeting? It was funny the way things worked. One day I sat at his place sulking at my misfortunes and wondering what he could do for me, and the next, I'm his right hand man. I go to his meetings. I talk to his people. His clients. He was a good man. He understood well the little things in life, and trusted me. He knew what I was capable and not capable of, and made full use of that. Then and only then, this would explain the fact that he never frowned even when his right hand man was sleeping when it was time for a board meeting.
The meeting was ok. I came back and slept some more in my room for 15 minutes. Woke up, and called room service. While I was waiting for an answer, a knock came at the door. "Yes," I yelled.
From the bed I saw Wynn and Akad enter. When they came in the room, Wynn's face wore its usual worried look that bore no significance to anything whatsoever, while Akad's (an advisor of Wynn's) was smothered in a stone cold expression as always. They were always on the verge of getting what they wanted, and wore the same faces.
Room service finally came on the line. In the background, I could hear the clatter of dishes and suddenly I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I ordered three steak sandwiches, a bottle of milk, a pot of black tea, bottle of scotch for them and a double order of fries. I put down the telephone and looked up at them. "Well how'd it go?"
"You were there, it went good good." Wynn had a habit of repeating the word good, whenever he said it.
I did a lot for Wynn, but when I came out of the shower I picked up the phone and told his secretary that I didn't want any calls until four o'clock.
The ring of the telephone woke me. I never wear wrist watches, but I sometimes search for it on my wrist to look for time. Anyway, the phone said it was four. I reached for the receiver. It was Wynn himself. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon," he said. "Where the hell have you been."
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping!" he shouted. "We have a board meeting over at Haft office. We are due there right now."
"Sorry Wynn I didn't know."
"No worries, its next door from your hotel anyway."
Our meeting? It was funny the way things worked. One day I sat at his place sulking at my misfortunes and wondering what he could do for me, and the next, I'm his right hand man. I go to his meetings. I talk to his people. His clients. He was a good man. He understood well the little things in life, and trusted me. He knew what I was capable and not capable of, and made full use of that. Then and only then, this would explain the fact that he never frowned even when his right hand man was sleeping when it was time for a board meeting.
The meeting was ok. I came back and slept some more in my room for 15 minutes. Woke up, and called room service. While I was waiting for an answer, a knock came at the door. "Yes," I yelled.
From the bed I saw Wynn and Akad enter. When they came in the room, Wynn's face wore its usual worried look that bore no significance to anything whatsoever, while Akad's (an advisor of Wynn's) was smothered in a stone cold expression as always. They were always on the verge of getting what they wanted, and wore the same faces.
Room service finally came on the line. In the background, I could hear the clatter of dishes and suddenly I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I ordered three steak sandwiches, a bottle of milk, a pot of black tea, bottle of scotch for them and a double order of fries. I put down the telephone and looked up at them. "Well how'd it go?"
"You were there, it went good good." Wynn had a habit of repeating the word good, whenever he said it.
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