likely to give me information
about her company. Floor traders didn’t have the power to run their own funds
and just spent their day initiating the trades that they were ordered to do.
Since I had her typical daily schedule now, it was easy to find her the
next morning when I showed up at her favorite coffee shop. I made sure to sit
by the door and did my best to get her attention without looking like I had
purposely tried to get her attention.
I spilled my coffee all over my pretend papers just as she opened the
door to walk out of the coffee shop. Naturally, she thought she had bumped my
coffee on accident and she rushed to help me salvage whatever papers I could
get away from the coffee spill.
“Crap, I can’t believe this,” I pretended to be concerned.
“I’m really sorry, my bag must have knocked over your cup,” Alicia said
as she looked at me and seemed to realize that she recognized me from
somewhere.
“It’s alright, it’s not like these papers were the only thing between me
and the unemployment line,” I teased her.
“Oh, shit. I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” she
asked as we had finally salvaged the papers that we could.
I hoped she didn’t look too closely at the graphs or papers on the table,
none of them were even from this year. They were print outs from previous
research I did over two years before. The outdated information was sometimes
helpful to me when I researched and sometimes it wasn’t useful at all. The
non-useful paper typically went into my shredder, but I happened to have been
behind on my shredding.
To be honest, I was behind on
everything in my life. Most of my friends had steady girlfriends or wives to
come home to. They had children, dogs or other things to keep them occupied.
All I had was work; I would spend up to sixteen hours a day at work and
sometimes fell asleep so exhausted when I got home that I would forget to take
off my clothes.
“You can go on a date with me,” I offered as a way for her to make it up
to me.
“How is going on a date with you going to help you after getting coffee
all over your papers?” She laughed at me as she contemplated what I had asked
her.
“ Oh, it will help. My concentration
will be better, I’ll sleep better and I’ll be much happier if I got to go on a
date with you.”
It was hard for women to say no to me. The way I looked them in the eye
and made it more like a statement than a question was always very helpful to
me.
“I have a big business deal that is getting ready to go on. I don’t think
I have time for a date anytime soon.”
Well, at least she didn’t say she was gay. From our
conversation so far, I was almost 100% sure that Alicia Warren was not a lesbian.
She looked at me with a passion that only a straight woman could have.
“When will these big plans of yours be done?” I asked as I continued to
pretend like I had no idea who she was.
“The hardest part will be over soon, but I still won’t have very much
time to date. I run a company and have to work to make sure I can meet all the
rules and regulations that go around running a
business .”
She seemed a little annoyed with me and my attempt to ask her out on a
date. I certainly didn’t want to annoy her, but I did need to make sure that
she had at least one drink with me. Having a drink with me almost always meant
that the girl was going to sleep with me, I didn’t think Alicia was any different.
If I had to have sex with her to get the information I needed, then that was
what I was going to do. I needed that locked information about Alicia’s company
and couldn’t give up on finding what I needed.
“You need someone to celebrate with; let’s at least have a drink and
discuss the idea of going on a date,” I said as I smiled from ear to ear at
Alicia.
It was hard to resist my smile. I knew most women would just melt when
presented with my dimples on each of my cheeks. I took one step closer to
Alicia to make