Strapped

by Nina G. Jones

  Sometime in the afternoon, Lizzy calls. She is sunbathing at the hotel alone. Henry slept in and wasn’t doing anything of consequence until dinner. She mentioned, I dare not ask for fear of sounding too interested, that she had not heard from Taylor. She assumes, being his assistant, I would know of his whereabouts. I feel a little embarrassed. It’s my day off, but I still should have checked in. I am beginning to let my confused feelings get in the way of performing my job optimally. Casually, I tell her that I have no idea as technically we are off today. Once we hang up, I resolve to text Taylor, very formally to let him know where I am and that if he needed me for anything work-related, I would make myself available. A half hour passes before I receive a response.

  Mr. Holden:

  Enjoy your day exploring the city. Just catching up on work in the room. Nothing I need today that the concierge can’t take care of.

  Dinner is at 5:30 since we have a very early flight the next day. The driver brings me back to the hotel around four o’clock. I am excited for our gang to have dinner together. As a group we have great chemistry and can laugh and talk for hours. I decide on a gold sequined mini skirt, with a billowy silk beige tank top tucked in. I top off the look with a pair of nude suede platform pumps and a high bun with pressed bangs. I feel really good about this outfit. It is fun, young, and sexy but not as scandalous as the one I wore to the club. I grab my clutch and head to the lobby to meet everyone. I only see Lizzy and Henry, which doesn’t surprise me since Taylor is always the last one to join the group. They both greet me and Henry asks me if I am ready to go.

  “Yeah. Where’s Taylor?”

  “He didn’t tell you? He’s not going to be able to make it tonight. He didn’t say why, you know how he is. I figured you would know though, being that you are his partner in crime.”

  Again, I feel embarrassed and a little bit sad and angry. Right now, I look pretty dumb, being his assistant and not knowing what he is up to. He told Henry, which means he made a conscious decision to leave me out of it and I feel betrayed. But the real reason I am upset is that I won’t see him tonight. I won’t get to enjoy his laugh or the way he sometimes pensively gazes away while everyone else is going on and on. I wanted him to see me in this outfit, so I could play the fun game of reading his reaction. Every night it has been different and I wonder what it would have been had he come downstairs tonight. I pretend to be unaffected by his sudden absence, and we head to the restaurant, bottles of champagne already open in the car.

  We arrive at miX, a very contemporary and chic French restaurant. Until recently, I have been a burger or fried chicken kind of girl. Since working for Taylor, he has exposed me to the finest wines and restaurants money can buy. We are escorted to a glowing dining room decorated in notes of brown and cream. Large orb-shaped chandeliers with hundreds of tiny lights adorn the ceiling, softening its clean lines. This is so Taylor. Before we even look at appetizers, Henry orders a bottle of wine for the table. Taylor and I are usually the ones to show restraint on a night out (excluding the night at the club) and now I am with the two biggest lushes I know. Luckily, I feel like drinking, I need that giddy feeling and I think it will allow me to stop obsessively wondering what would cause Taylor to bail out on dinner without telling me. Between the drinks in the car, and the wine brought to the table, by the time our appetizers arrive, I am feeling very much loose and talkative.

  Henry shares story after story about his crazy travels and his antics. As far as I can tell, he is Taylor’s best friend, and they couldn’t be more different. Taylor is reserved, mysterious, cautious, and methodical. Henry is loud, rambunctious, carefree (maybe even careless, I can’t determine which) and loves attention. I find it so odd that he would choose this man as his CTO, but I know why: For all of Henry’s craziness, this technological genius has never let Taylor or the company down.

  I ask Henry how he got to know Taylor. For one, I am genuinely curious about how they became friends, but I also want to learn more about Taylor’s relationships.

  “That’s a story for the ages,” Henry smiles brightly.

  “Here we go again,” Lizzy chimes in sarcastically as she pours herself another glass of champagne.

  “Oh come on Liz, she asked! You just get all hot and bothered hearing about my former outlaw ways.”

  Lizzy nearly spits her champagne back into her glass. “Yes Henri,” she often pronounces his name in French, “nothing gets me in the mood like hearing about a pimply-faced computer nerd.” The banter between those two never gets old.

  Henry shakes his head at her while holding a smirk and turns his attention back to me.

  “Outlaw ways? Now you two have to shut up and tell me the story!” I demand.

  Henry takes a deep breath and leans onto the table. “How old are you? 25? 26? Anyway, you were probably in middle school when this happened, but when I was 17, I hacked into a bunch of banker’s computers. At the time, it was a major case because of my age, but also the political implications that came with it. There were many unfavorable memos that were exposed. I didn’t do it for money; I could have easily stolen their banking info.”

  “So why did you do it?”

  Henry eases back into his seat, puffing his chest. “Oh, I don’t know. I was being a rebel, trying to stick it to the man. Other kids smoke weed or drink, I hacked.”

  “Did you get in trouble?”

  “Oh yeah, but not nearly in as much trouble as an adult would have gotten. Mainly, my name suffered, it was dragged through the mud, although I became somewhat of a mythical figure in computer hacking circles. My parents had to pay a lot in legal fees, which I am proud to say I have since repaid,” he says pointing his index finger into the air. “Legally, I was fined and served probation.”

  I look over at Lizzy, who seems to be completely tuned out, so I speed up the story for her sake. “And how does this road lead to Taylor?”

  “Well, it’s a few years before I meet him. After the whirlwind died down, I had a hard time finding my way. I dropped out of college after the first year and many companies were reluctant to hire me since I was viewed as anti-establishment. I decided to take advantage of my hacker reputation and started a computer security consulting business. You know, hire the bad guy to protect you from the other bad guys…”

  “You’re so clever!” Lizzy bats her eyelashes and places her hand on his lap in feigned admiration. Henry winks at her, takes her hand and lifts it off his lap, but continues to hold it as he wraps up the story.

  “So before blondie over here explodes from hearing this story for the twentieth time…H.I. got hacked shortly after Taylor took over. He hired me to analyze the company’s I.T. security and we clicked. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He wanted me to train to become the new CTO and it’s like once he knew he wanted to hire me, that was it.” As he finishes recounting the story, I can sense Henry feels a great sense of gratitude towards Taylor.

  “What about you Lizzy?” Suddenly, I am afraid to know. While I sense no sexual chemistry between her and Taylor, what if our stories are similar and I am not as special as I think I am?

  “She’s shy about it,” Henry teases.

  “No, it’s fine! I just hate saying it because it sounds so stereotypical: working your way up from the mailroom,” she says in an animated voice. “I was a temp working in the mailroom. I was asked to deliver a package personally to Taylor, excuse me, Mr. Holden at the time. He immediately picked up on my faint accent, which many people to do not. Next thing I know, we are having a conversation in French! I was so nervous because he’s the big CEO and people mentioned that he was so serious and intimidating, but here we were just yapping away. Honestly, I think he just wanted to use me for practice,” Lizzy takes a sip from her glass. “So he asked about my experience and I expressed that I had just moved to the area and was looking for work and the temp agency sent me here, yadda, yadda. Before I can say voila, he is offering me a position in sales. I turned out to be pretty damn good at i
t and here I am today, landing big fucking deals in St. Petersburg! You’re classic mailroom to exec story sitting right here in front of you.”

  “And I’m the arrogant one?” Henry chimes in.

  I had my doubts about Taylor’s intentions when hiring me, but Henry and Lizzy’s stories confirm what he has always said. He likes to find young, raw talent and completely lavish them with opportunity and wealth. It seems to have paid off with Henry, who I get the sense would do practically anything for Taylor. I can sense that even Lizzy, with her boisterous personality, sees Taylor as a dear friend.

  Lizzy quickly changes the subject and begins to go on about a handsome young shipping heir she met at the gala. Spending the last 15 minutes talking about Taylor, along with an alcohol-induced illogical sense of boldness gives me sudden urge to text him, maybe even call him. While I am aware that this is coming from a place of drunkenness, I embrace the courage I would never have otherwise.

  “Guys, can you excuse me? I think Rick just called.” This buys me an excuse to leave the table without any companionship as Lizzy may join me if I excuse myself to the bathroom.

  As I stand outside, I stare at the phone, second guessing what I should do. Fuck it. I am calling. No text. I am calling. The phone rings twice...three times...Relief runs over me as I decide to hang up.

  “Shy?” He sounds not like himself.

  “Yes.” I realize I have to no idea what to say to him. I can’t believe I am drunk dialing my boss. Fuck me for being such an idiot.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, everything is fine.” Then, before I know it, words are pouring out of my mouth, completely unauthorized by my brain. “I was just wondering what happened to you. You didn’t even tell me you weren’t coming tonight; I had to find out from Henry.” There is a pause. This is a bad idea, Shyla. A very bad idea.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware I had to report my whereabouts to you.” His unapologetic tone shocks me. His sarcasm angers and emboldens me.

  “You know what, you actually kind of do have to tell me. I thought I was your right arm, who doesn’t tell their right arm what they’re doing?” I sound so drunk right now. “I mean, you tell Henry, but I’m supposed to know what is up with you, it’s my job and I am the one in the dark.” I realize by my tone that this has nothing to do with my professional responsibilities. I swear I hear him smiling on the other line.

  “Shy, you’re probably right, but this is personal and I would prefer not to share. I didn’t share my reasoning with Henry either.” My heart sinks, he doesn’t want to share his personal life with me. I don’t say anything for a few seconds. “If you have been drinking please take care of yourself, I can’t be there to help you and Henry is great, but he tends to keep himself occupied.”

  “I see.” I say this as if to close the conversation, but I end it with a trademarked Shyla Ball verbal stab. “I understand that you want to keep things impersonal, except when you send me out on some freaky scavenger hunt for my own underwear or hold my hand or give me expensive jewelry. I wonder what you have planned for the other pieces of underwear, your next assistant perhaps? Don’t worry about me, I will be fine tonight.” I hastily end the call before he can rebut and gasp for air. The party is over. I think I just got my ass fired. I better go enjoy my dinner, because this will all be gone in a couple of days. What the hell was I thinking? I shut off my phone, scared to deal with what I assume will be a call back to let me know I am done at H.I. I wipe the tears that have rolled down my cheeks and take a few deep breaths to stop the crying.

  I return to the table, all smiles, hoping my eyes aren’t puffy. Lizzy and Henry don’t seem to notice anything. I eat quietly, letting the two talkers take over while I drink some more wine to dull the ache. Luckily, as long as I smile and stay engaged, and throw in a small comment here and there, they seem to be completely oblivious to my sadness.

  By the end of the dinner, we are all thoroughly inebriated. This isn’t as bad as the club, it’s quite pleasant as we are all perfectly drunk. We enter the lobby of our hotel, Henry between Lizzy and me, his arm around each one of us.

  “I look like a stud right now? Don’t I?” he slurs. “Tall blonde on one side, smoking brunette on the other.” We all laugh as we get into the elevator. Lizzy is staying on a lower floor and exits first.

  “G’night you two!” She waves as she walks jaggedly out of the elevator, barefoot, her heels dangling from her right hand. The doors ping and close. Henry still has his arm around me while we both lean on the rear wall of the elevator. I sigh and tilt my head back onto the wall, remembering that I really fucked up tonight. Suddenly I feel a body pressed against mine.

  “Henry! What are you doing!” I shout as I feel his lips press against my neck and his right hand run from my waist, to my back, and then the top of my buttocks. I feel an immediate knot in my stomach when I realize what is happening. I push him away forcefully and his eyes widen.

  “Oh my god, Shy. I am so fucking sorry.” The elevator pings, it is my floor and I shove him aside to exit.

  “Just go to bed Henry and it’s Shy-la, not Shy, Shy-la!” I glimpse back into the elevator and see Henry standing there, his face immersed in regret. I walk down the long corridor and approach the turn to the hallway that houses both Taylor’s and my suite. I ponder for a second if I should knock on his door but it’s too late. What I see after turning the corner stops me dead in my tracks. My heart wrenches as the sight affirms what I have been denying to myself this entire time. Taylor is at his door, beautiful Taylor, letting out Tatyana, the vamp, from his suite. This is why he couldn’t come tonight. I was right to leave them alone other night, he did want her and he lied. Why did he make it sound like he was repulsed by her come-ons? I pause; they don’t see me yet, but they will if I keep going, and this will make for a very awkward scene as he obviously does not want me to know. There is still time for me to turn and go somewhere for a few minutes while the hallway clears. Just as I am about to turn on my heel, Taylor looks to his right and we make direct eye contact. His eyes widen, he looks flustered, which is a very rare sight that I would relish on any other occasion. Clearly I was at a full stop watching, but I pretend as though I am just passing by. I give a quick nod to the two of them. Tatyana barely acknowledges me, and Taylor is clearly speechless.

  I calmly close my hotel door and burst into tears. They flow out of me uncontrollably. This inappropriate faucet of emotion is turned on high. It might be from the alcohol, but right now it feels real. This man has turned my world upside down, and I won’t let myself acknowledge it, but I think my feelings towards him are more than lust. Now I will be left alone to pick up the pieces he left behind of my broken career and relationship with Rick. I bury my head into my pillow and sob.

  Chapter Eleven

  I wake up startled. I didn’t set my alarm and we are being picked up from the hotel at 8:00am to go to the airport. When I realize it’s only 4:23am, I let out a big sigh. My eyes burn from the crying and my mind still feels cloudy from the alcohol. My phone has been off the entire night and I hastily turn it on; it rings with the familiar sounds of texts and voicemails. I am afraid to look.

  11:10pm Missed call - Mr. Holden

  Mr. Holden:

  Can we talk?

  I scratch my head. I was expecting a more scathing response to my drunk dialing fiasco.

  Henry:

  Shyla, Im so sorry. Plese forgiv me. Im drunk.

  Oh Henry! I don’t have time to be upset at him. The pain I am feeling right now has nothing to do with what happened in the elevator. I will let him sit around with the guilt for a while, he cannot just pull that shit with female coworkers and I hope this will teach him a lesson.

  Mr. Holden:

  Are you still up? Can we talk?

  This was after I saw him with that skank. There was no way I was talking to him last night, bawling like a hormonal teenager. I am not sure how I am going to deal with the levels of awkwardness on the plane
, between me and both Taylor and Henry. For once, I really wish I was flying coach on a regular plane so I wouldn’t have to deal with all of it. I so desperately want to talk to Lizzy, but I cannot tell anyone about what is going on between Taylor and me. This leaves me in a constant state of inner dialogue, discussing with myself back and forth what I should or shouldn’t do. I feel like I am in some sort of state of sane insanity.

  After packing, I head down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Five minutes later, I see Taylor walk through the entrance, scanning the room as if he already knows I am there. Shit. When his eyes catch mine, I see a look of desperation on his face. I am still expecting to be fired, just in a much kinder manner than I had anticipated. I take a sip of my coffee; I am going to need the caffeine. He sits across from me at the table. The server quickly comes over and pours him a coffee. I don’t know if I should say something first. He came here to talk to me, but I owe him an apology too.

  “Taylor, before you say anything. I am sorry about last night. It was none of my business. Being drunk is no excuse. You have a right to your personal life. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.” I feel relieved knowing if he fires me, I have said my piece. What I really want to ask him is how could he sleep with that tramp who throws herself so aggressively at men? How could he lead me on with his gifts and ambiguous behavior?