Daddy’s reawakening – Chap 5

Chapter 5 – Sealing the Deal

An hour later I was in a large office building, sitting patiently in a waiting room. The six chairs in the room were all way more expensive than anything I ever had in my own home, and there was a small chandelier above me. Two flat screen tvs were mounted on the wall, one showing the golf channel and the other CNN. There was an array of magazines on side tables next to all the chairs, and big table against the wall with coffee, bagels, and donuts.

I looked through the instructions that my boss sent me again, making sure that I had all the details memorized.
I had remembered to text Sophia on the way here, asking her to please stay with Julia until I got home, which shouldn’t be too late. She had happily accepted, she really seemed to love babysitting my daughter. They were really good together, and I was happy that she had an older woman in her life, since her mom had left so many years ago.

After some time a tall redhead with thick black framed glasses, a long gray skirt that went a couple inches below her knees, and a green button up shirt stepped through a door in the room and motioned for me to follow her.

I tried to break the ice, “I’m excited to meet Mr. O’Connor.”

“Excuse me?” she stopped and turned in my direction, one eye brow raised in a very confused look.

“Shannon O’Connor, the gentleman I am supposed to be meeting.” I was now as confused as she appeared.

She immediately let out a belly laugh, putting her hand on the wall to hold her up. I just stood there even more confused.

“Did I say something?” I asked mousily.

She laughed a little more and replied, “I’m Shannon O’Connor.” She smiled a big grin at me.

I felt like such a fool. Had I already blown it?

“Oh my! I’m so sorry. I just assumed that you were a he, I mean that Shannon was a guy. You see I had a friend in college named Shan–”

She chuckled a little more, “It’s fine really. I have a cousin named Ryan, and people always assume she’s going to be a man. Its those androgynous Irish names.”

She straightened herself out and continued back down the hall, motioning for me to follow.

I felt like I was walking behind her like a sad Charlie Brown, eyes to the ground. That’s when I really noticed her ass. Even with that thick skirt material it was pushing through, it looked like quite the handful.

We went into her office, it was impressively spacious.

We both sat down, her behind her desk, and she relieved the tension a little, “You know, usually men get to know me first before asking to meet my father.”

Maybe it was the blood rushing out of my head and to my hardening cock, but it went right over my head.

“You’re father?”

“Mr. O’Connor.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be your husband…?” I don’t know why I said it, it just kind of slipped out of my mouth. I instantly regretted it.

“I’m not married, so Mr. O’Connor is my father.”

“Boy I’m really failing this test huh?” I quipped leaning back in my chair trying to play it off both cool and self-deprecating.

Then she she said, “Well not everyone can have looks AND brains.”

Was she hitting on me, or just being playful?

“So how’d you get so lucky then?” I would have never been so bold, but after what went down (literally!) on the train earlier today I was feeling confident.

“Oh my, are you here to court me or my company?” She retorted, blushing a little and opening up her latop.

“Well they’re not mutually exclusive are they?”

“Oh look, he does have a brain after all!”

We bantered back and forth like that for a little interspersing some business talk here and there.

I quickly realized that she wasn’t the one who I was going to be giving the presentation to. I think her job was just to feel me out, see if I was a bullshitter or not, if I -and by extension my company- was someone that they had chemistry with, you know, could do business with. That realization made me a little bummed out, I really thought that she liked me, but I think she was just supposed to roll with whatever personality walked through her door, and then later give her conclusion to her higher ups.

She explained that I’d be giving a presentation to a group of executives around 3pm, and that I had a little time before then if I needed to go grab a bite to eat, or get any work done. She said there was a spare office where I could find some quiet if I so needed. Then she thanked me and wished me luck.

I felt thrown out. Did I blow it with her, did I blow it with the company? I’m no salesman, I was only here because of the two salesmen the company had one was busy with a bigger client and the other was terribly ill, and my boss didn’t want to make them wait, since they were potentially new clients, he wanted to make a good frist impression.