Paul had led the fight to keep the nanotech division in San Jose; he had convinced the board of directors that the corporation had a responsibility to keep as many jobs in the region as possible. His strong moral stand — and a stiff helping of government subsidies — swayed the board to do the right thing. And take every public relations advantage of it that they could.
It was late afternoon. Paul had just arrived in San Francisco; tomorrow morning a limousine would take him to the waterfront, where a helicopter was set to fly him to San Jose for the day’s meetings and inspections of the labs and prototype factory. Then, back to the airport and home to Savannah. And Joanna. And Greg.
He stopped off in the lounge for a soothing shot of mellow golden tequila. Cool and dimly lit, with soft music purring in the background, the lounge was less than half full; mostly businessmen and women finishing their day with a drink and some chat.
Then Melissa walked in, tall and beautiful. Men and women both, they all looked her over, from her slick pageboy hairdo to her slitted ankle-length skirt that opened to reveal her long shapely legs as she walked to the bar.
She went straight to the chair beside Paul.
“You following me?” he asked as she swivelled the chair and sat on it.
“I was going to ask you the same question,” she said, smiling slightly.
“I don’t know of any labor negotiations set for the San Jose division,” he said.
“My office has a few complaints of discrimination,” Melissa replied. “Thought I’d try to defuse them before they get serious.”
The bartender came by. She ordered a glass of chardonnay. Paul got a refill on his Tres Generacidns.
“Discrimination?” Paul asked. “Against who?”
Melissa took a sip of wine, then answered, “The usuaclass="underline" Asians claiming the Hispanics are picking on them; Hispanics claiming the Asians won’t promote them. Small stuff, but it could get nasty if we don’t take care of it right away.”
A faint hint of her perfume reached him: subtle, suggestive, it reminded him of the times they had shared.
“So you’re not following me, after all.”
Melissa shook her head.
“Greg didn’t ask you to keep tabs on me?”
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Greg and I are finished. Didn’t you know that?”
“Finished?”
“He dumped me. Just like you did.”
“I didn’t—”
“And for the same reason,” Melissa said bitterly. “Joanna.” —
“What?”
“He’s jealous of you, Paul. And not just over the CEO job. He doesn’t want you with his mother.”
Paul downed half his tequila in one gulp. Feeling it burning tinside him, he muttered, “The kid’s crazy.” …’He needs help, I agree,” Melissa said. “He might do something violent.”
“Violent?”
“It was scary,” she said. “I thought he was going to turn ton me.”
“Why didn’t you leave him?”
She stared down into her wine. “I… To tell you the truth, Paul, I was afraid to. I was almost glad when he told me he wanted to end it.”
Jesus, Paul thought Her job is to handle cases of discrimination and sexual harassment, and she can’t even take care of herself.
“He had to get real teed off about it,” she went on, almost in a whisper. “He couldn’t just tell me he wanted to end it He had to get raving and yelling like some monster. I thought he was going to belt me.”
“Greg?” Paul couldn’t believe what she was saying.
But Melissa nodded solemnly. “Underneath all that self control he’s a wild man. He’s like a bomb, all wound up tight and ready to explode.”
“Maybe we ought to get the company shrink to look him over,”
“You’d have to tie him hand and foot first.”
Paul finished his tequila and motioned to the bartender foi another. Inevitably he invited Melissa to have dinner with him, and they made their way — Paul just a bit unsteadily — down the stairs to the venerable Fourneau’s Ovens.
“Like old times,” Melissa said, smiling at him.
“’Yeah,” Paul agreed. Old times. Life was a lot simpler then. No ties, no responsibilities.
As they sat across the table from each other Paul thought, It was a mistake to get married. Joanna doesn’t love me. She just wants me to run the company for her until Greg’s old enough to take over. Marrying me kept it in the family, put me under her control. She doesn’t love me at all. We had better sex when we were sneaking around behind Gregory’s back.
Do I love her? The question startled him. He stared at Melissa, coolly beautiful, just an arm’s length away. The street outside was darkening into evening, people were walking by, the sky was fading from pink to violet. He remembered their times in bed together. No holds barred; no questions asked. Just pure physical pleasure.
Do I love Joanna? he asked himself again. If you have to ask, the answer must be no. What the hell is love, anyway? Then why did you marry her? He knew the answer, or at least he thought he did. To take control of the corporation. To keep them from scrapping Moonbase.
But you must have loved her, he insisted to himself. You were wild about her. Yeah, before we got married. Before all this corporate crap got in the way. Before this mess with Greg came up.
I did love her. Maybe I still do. But Greg’s between us now.
And then Paul realized the truth. I don’t know if she cares more about him than me. If we get right down to the crunch, would she take me over her son?
No, he realized. Never. She picked me as a stand-in to hold things together until Greg’s ready to take over. She didn’t realize that he’d challenge me right off the bat. And now that he has challenged me, will she back me or him?
Paul thought he knew the answer.
And here’s Melissa sitting close enough to touch, smiling and sad at the same time, talking about old times and looking at me like she needs me again. And I need her. I really do. I need somebody. I’m all alone in this.
“You’re awful far away,” Melissa said softly.
Paul drank the last of his wine. “Got a lot on my mind, Mel.”
She closed her eyes briefly. Then, “You know what I wish?”
“What?”
“I wish we had a time machine.’He wanted to laugh.
“A time machine.”
“Yes. So we could back one year.”
One year ago he and Melissa were in the midst of their affair.
“You know,” she said softly. “Before all this other shit happened. When it was just you and me.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “That’d be nice.”
Neither of them said another word about it, but once they finished dinner Paul brought Melissa to his suite and slowly, deliciously took off her clothes while she nuzzled him and crooned softly and smiled as he lifted her naked body in his arms and brought her to his bed.
— When Paul woke the next morning to the buzzing of the alarm clock she was gone. Not a trace of her left, except the slight musky smell of her on the pillow he had slipped beneath her hips.
That was pretty stupid, Paul told himself. If Joanna finds out — Suddenly he realized that he had done to Joanna exactly what Gregory had done. Betrayed her.
For somebody who doesn’t really love her, he thought, you feel pretty damned shitty this morning.
SAVANNAH
Joanna could hear the thumping and banging from Greg’s rooms, even from all the way down the hall. She had gone up to her own sitting room, part of the master bedroom suite, when Greg had shown up with two husky movers and a small van to clean out his rooms.
“I’m taking all my belongings,” Greg said tightly to his mother. “That includes my furniture.”