A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  He was coughing again, but a sip of some liquid calmed his throat.

  I told him my story from my university days to the moment I had been transferred to Australia, and a highly censored story of my life with Maureen. He seemed to enjoy it and little smiles appeared occasionally. He also seemed to be weaker and even more tired.

  Suddenly, he took my hand.

  "Son, I'm proud of you, more than you can imagine. I've seen that you have found your woman who will accompany you all your life. She'll make you happy and it's your duty to care for her, protect her and love her. My life now is fulfilled, and I can go without any remorse. Come here."

  He took my head in his hands, lifted his and gave me a kiss on each cheek and slowly kissed my forehead.

  "Children, you have my blessings. Be happy, and never let her go!"

  I nodded, kissed him back and looked at him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and went away. It was not dramatic, it seemed like he simply walked away into another life, hopefully happier than the one he had had here. I thought I was a rational manager, being able to compartmentalize and control my emotions, but this moment overwhelmed me. I started to cry and only after I felt a hand on my shoulder, I came back to reality. It was the doctor saying that the emotions were too much for my father. He had passed away, but he had died happy about his new family member and our conciliation, and that should be a consolation for me.

  The rest of the weekend went in a blur: signing documents, calling some remote relatives who had never cared for him, calling Dr. Willington and signing power-of-attorneys, and staying for the funeral. The hospital administration seemed to have enough experience in these matters and thankfully, it was done fast. Years ago, when Father was getting ill and went to this hospital, I had arranged that in a nearby cemetery, beautifully managed and with lots of ancient oak trees that Father had enjoyed, a grave was reserved for him. He never knew about this, but I was certain that he would have enjoyed the tranquility and serenity of this place.

  I had called Eileen to tell her what had happened, and that Maureen was already on her way home. Could she please tell her what happened?

  Maureen called me as soon as she arrived in Brisbane and we had another crying session. Finally, I put myself together and started to think. I had another session with Dr. Willington to clear up any remaining problems; he seemed to be very competent and as Father had suggested, I trusted him to handle everything that did not need my personal and urgent attention.

  I thanked the doctor and the nurses, gave a generous donation to their charity fund for retired nurses, changed my ticket to the new departure time, and went back to Sydney.

  A Fantasy about Love Pt. 05

  Chapter 17: The Flare-Up

  I welcomed my work after all these troubled, but strangely satisfying days. A load had been lifted from my soul and I could dedicate myself to work. When I entered the building, I received more support from my colleagues than I expected -- perhaps I was not such a cold German after all; the influence of Maureen had probably changed my habits and people had perceived this. It was also possible that over the time the team starts to reflect the leader's position within their own framework.

  When I arrived in the office, however, Mary Ann gave me a message that Frank wanted to see me immediately. He hummed and hawed for a moment before he said that it might be a good idea if in future I would lead the discussions with NT. I asked why and in a roundabout way he implied that he might have made some bad decisions and that I should try to get us out of these. I said that I would try my best, but I already knew what had happened: Eileen.

  Peter was the next to corral me and dragged me into his office. "Never again let Frank and Eileen be in the same boardroom! I tried to stop him, but she just smiled at him and he melted. It was embarrassing, to say the least. He'll need a long time to have people forget this debacle!"

  He showed the notes of the last meeting and I shuddered. Frank had given in on points that we had painstakingly negotiated over weeks and had committed more resources than we had. I could see Eileen's eyes sparkling as she slowly reeled him in and the easy sexy voice that would have kept him in limbo, ignoring the desperate eyes of his staff. Now I knew why he did not want to meet her again -- at least not in a business negotiation, as she would eat him alive, again. She was a witch and I remembered what she had said: she was mine in love, but hers in business. There was a lesson to observe, to understand and not letting it happen again.

  Peter and I called our people together and since I could not admit that my boss was a fool, even when everyone knew this in this specific case, I asked for a status report. They looked at each other until Peter spoke up.

  "James, the meeting did not go as well as we wanted. Mrs. Monahan took hold of the meeting and never let it go. We made some commitments that we should not have made, and we have to re-organize our schedules. Three of the previous objectives we can't achieve anymore with the staff we have, and we'll have to ask for a delay and eventually get two more people from HQ."

  This was worse than I had first thought. I let them discuss the points for a while to clear my mind, and then stopped them.

  "Gents, let's step back and analyze the problem once more. We've three options: first to ask for help, ask for a delay or do what we promised. Asking for help at this stage I'd not like to do, because it would show to HQ that we did not know what we were doing; asking for a delay would have the same impact on our image with NT; and doing what we promise would mean a lot of additional work, but we would maintain our pride. I'm proud of what we have done up to now and am certain that we can handle it with lots of work and dedication, so I want to go for the third option, but I cannot do it without you. I'll go out to get some coffee and when I come back, you tell me what we'll do. Anybody else wants coffee and Danish?"

  They all stared at me as I opened the door to leave; Peter lifted his hand and asked for coffee, others asked both. It took me some time to get everything and when I came back, I found a room full of people still staring at me.

  "Gentlemen, what is your decision?"

  Peter got up and took the container full of coffee and pastries from my hands and distributed them to the others. The tension slowly mounted and at last he turned to me. "We'll do it your way. We have our pride, too, but you have to promise to exclude certain people from the next meetings!"

  "This has already been agreed to between certain people and me. Don't worry -- I'll handle that. Thank you, people. Let's go to work then. By the way, if we manage to finish on time, I'll invite everyone in this room plus eventual wives, girlfriends and/or partner for dinner in a very good restaurant. In your free time -- that is if you find some -- you can choose the restaurant, but please don't bankrupt me, because I will pay for it out of my pocket!"

  The working habits changed from busy to very busy. Late nights became permanent and I received some worried calls from wives and other partners. I promised that there was no hanky-panky going on; it was just a project that had gone off the tracks, and that we had to recover it. My budget for delivery food was soon exhausted, but I started to bill it to Frank's account and he never said a word. We had planned five weeks to finish the final proposal with a decent, but not exaggerated workload, but it had become five weeks of heavy drudgery, re-doing parts, re-programming others, and still handling other customers that had problems, too. Without Peter, Jim and Mary Ann I could not have handled it. Frank was auspiciously absent, and I had several meetings with Sir Allan, explaining what had happened, what we were doing and what our new objectives were. He was very supportive, but I wondered what he had said to Frank.

  During all these hectic days I received a packet with documents from the lawyer in Germany and went to the consulate to change my passport, to include the name I had inherited. This was done much faster than I thought, and I was ready for the surprise I had in hand for Maureen. I had spoken to her at night and she was starting to worry, too.

  "Is that meeting on Friday in Brisban
e still on, my love? I am dying to see you!"

  "Unfortunately, no. There's too much work to be done here and I can't leave. I know that we'll have to have a meeting soon, but it'll be in Sydney. We cannot lose a day or two traveling between cities and enjoying ourselves in hotels and restaurants. Your mother wanted to show off as the powerful business woman and threw a big wrench into our project, and we'll have to pay for it in overtime and wasted days."

  "What did Mom do, for heaven's sake?"

  "She saw that Frank, our marketing director, was infatuated with her and she used this to get concessions that were never considered when we signed the contract. This means that we have to re-do a lot, to change again the conditions that were changed, we had to get two more specialists from other branches into our group that will cause problems for the other groups, and in general it caused a lot of confusion and waste of time. We've to keep our side of the contract, and we will deliver on time as promised, whatever it will cost us. We are not happy with your mother, Maureen!"

  "Mom wants to talk to you, James. Be careful."

  Eileen was happy -- her voice showed her eagerness to see me.

  "James, will you be here on Friday? I have prepared a nice surprise for you!"

  I was very upset as she still had not realized what she had done to the project. Well, she was the CEO, and she had told me that in business her priorities would be her company.

  "Eileen, I shall not be there on Friday, and at this moment I don't know when we'll make it to Brisbane. The assumptions and terms of our contract were changed at the last meeting, and we're way over our heads trying to re-adjust, re-program and re-direct our work. We are working 12 to 14 hours a day to keep our commitments and probably it will get worse during the next weeks."

  I decided to tell her what I thought.

  "You really messed us up, Eileen, and that's not funny! You also made the company re-evaluate certain people in our management; it surprised everyone how this could happen, and how the person stepped overboard without my people being able to stop him. If I'd been there, this would not have happened, you can be sure of that! By the way, you'll have to send three people from your logistic and accounting staff to Sydney not later than tomorrow night, since we cannot do all these changes on our own without having inside NT expert opinion. So I don't know when I'll be back in Brisbane, Eileen."

  There was silence on the other side.

  "James, are you not over-reacting? All I did was teasing your boss and he fell all over himself offering me the additional benefits. That was not my fault! Should I have said 'No'? After all, it did not cost me anything and at the end, my company was better off!"

  "Eileen, there is a word called ethics. It means, among other things, that one does not abuse the goodwill of the other person. It deals with what is good and what is wrong behavior, and what kind of actions are right or wrong in certain circumstances. For example, if you have a top manager of your partner company practically licking your boots, offering you one benefit after the other only that you smile at him, and you accept this without hesitation? Would you consider this correct if it happened the other way around?"

  I realized that I was talking to the CEO, not the woman who had told me that she loved me. She could separate her priorities, and that told me a lot about her.

  "Eileen, I was brought up and worked always to ascertain the result of a negotiation should be for the benefit of all involved, and not for one person being proud that she had hoodwinked the other. You can be certain that this meeting will have some pretty negative impact on Frank's performance evaluation within the company, but what's done is done. We'll keep our commitments and will deliver on time; unfortunately, this means that both Maureen and you will not see very much of me. Sorry!"

  There was more silence on the other side. Then she handed the phone to Maureen and all I heard was some muttering that did not sound very friendly, and a loud noise.

  Maureen waited for a moment and said that she was alone.

  "What happened, James? She just stormed out the room and slammed the door. Is something wrong?"

  I explained the situation to her and said that at this moment, I was not happy with Eileen at all. She had disappointed me very much -- not so much as a businesswoman (that behavior could eventually be excused), but as a person. How could she, in full knowledge of all people present, step on Frank and wipe the floor with him? She must have known that this would have serious consequences and she still went on, and apparently felt proud of herself!

  "Maureen, my love, please never be like your mother!"

  We discussed the situation a bit, and whenever we had the chance of a phone call during the following weeks, we tried to avoid this subject. We talked about our situation, when we would get married and where, her choice for a honeymoon trip, and what we could do once my workload would come back to a normal level. Her studies were close to the final tests and since it seemed that the three main lines in our current life were coming together: the project delivery date, her final exams, and our desire to get married as soon as possible, we set a preliminary date for three months hence. She managed to visit me in Sydney a few times, but it was not the same. I was deadly tired, and she was very careful what she said about her mother. Eileen never spoke to me, and I did not initiate any contact.

  With a final effort from our company and the support by NT, we set the project delivery meeting to a Friday morning the following week, and I decided to hold it in Brisbane. It was NT's HQ after all and it seemed to be appropriate to present our work to their management on time, and I was very proud of my people. I asked our president and Frank to participate; Sir Allan Moise accepted, but Frank declined. He said that he had already other commitments. It was sad how one meeting had changed the image of a capable manager; nobody really trusted him anymore. It was not his competence -- that was undoubted, but his judgment.

  I agreed with Sir Allan that I would take everyone involved in this project to Brisbane; it was our project, not mine. At the night before our trip I fulfilled my promise and had dinner with my group of more than 30 people in a very nice restaurant -- the food was good, the wines excellent, and the company boasting of their effort and resounding success.

  The next morning not everyone was in the office at nine, but with a few hours left before we had to start travelling, it was sufficient to run through the presentation once more. I had given Jim some parts of the presentation as I would do the introduction and finishing it up; I would also get into the presentation on the more difficult parts, where commitments from the company were involved. Peter asked me to take Mary Ann along as he was certain that she was the only person who could handle the logistics of the presentation. I agreed: she had done an outstanding job and had really come out in the last months. She had even changed from a non-descript person to a very competent non-descript woman.

  We arrived late in Brisbane and Maureen was hiding in one of the stuffy lobby chairs. She tried to be inconspicuous, but even so, most men's eyes were wandering to where she sat. Her red hair, her sparkling eyes and her warm expression in her face did not fascinate only me, but most other people who looked at her (perhaps with the exception of certain women who were obviously jealous). I said hello to her and gave her a little kiss. Before I could say anything, she told me that she only wanted to see me and say hello; she knew that she could not stay that night. I introduced her to Sir Allan, who suddenly looked at me with a kind of calculating glance. He knew about our marriage plans but had not seen her before. When she left, he turned to me.

  "You did well, James. I hope that you both will continue to be as happy as your eyes show when you look at each other. Does this mean that there's a chance that you'll stay in Australia after your term here ends?"

  I nodded, and he smiled satisfied. Wheels seemed to go around in his head, and he looked at me once more and nodded, too.

  "You're welcome here, and I'm proud of the work you've done with us. It was difficult for you and for us at the beg
inning, but you adjusted to us and adjusted your people to your leadership and the company is better off now than it was before you joined us. Thank you for this, James, and we'll not forget this."

  I wondered where this came from, but all I could do was to follow him to the dining room where we had a light dinner, and then went upstairs to relax and sleep.

  There was a tense breakfast in the morning, and cars were waiting to get us to the NT building. The Marketing director was waiting for us in the lobby and he led us to the meeting room. Eileen was waiting for us with her staff and she looked at me for a moment before turning to Sir Allan. She was severely dressed in a dark business suit, with a colorful scarf lighting up the image of a successful woman. She seemed to have put some makeup on her face (which made her even prettier than she already was) and wore two beautiful diamond earrings. I introduced him to her, and it was funny to see how they politely judged each other without saying anything. This was not Frank being smothered; this was the president of a big multinational company looking at a business peer, not a beautiful woman. I decided I still could learn a lot from Sir Allan!

  Polite words were exchanged, everyone was invited to take a seat and I was asked to start the presentation.

  Having rehearsed it often enough, it was not too difficult, at least as long as nobody was asking a sneaky question. I started thanking NT for their support and competence and that we could not have come so far without them; I also thanked our people for doing an outstanding job in a restricted time frame.

  And then the fun started. After I had presented the assumptions and definitions of the project and went into our proposal, Eileen started to ask questions. I wanted to make the proposal first and then answer questions, since the whole picture made answers easier to understand, but Eileen wanted to ask questions during the presentation so that she could clear up any doubts immediately. It was a valid point of view, but the flow of the presentation was broken often enough with points that would have been answered within five minutes anyway, and after a while Sir Allan stepped in at last and suggested to Eileen that we should hear out what we had to present, have a coffee break, and then start the question and answer session.