It was 9.15 a.m. She walked in feeling extremely confident and positive about the presentation. Her client was delighted to see her as this was something she was looking forward to organising for her team. They had a clear agenda and had been working towards it with her for a while now, this session was meant to be the big show for the rest of the team. She was also hoping it would open a few more doors with other members within that organisation.
She sat down to set up her slide show, as she sipped on a smooth cup of nespresso. The audience started to trickle in and picked their spots around the large boardroom. There were close to thirty members expected to show up that morning. She walked around the room to exchange pleasantries and business cards. After one round of that, she decided to settle down and meet the last minute entrants later in person. Just as she settled back into her seat, the last four people entered the room, and among them, there he was, tall, dark, handsome, with eyes that pierced right through you and through his steel grey shirt, she could tell he had quite the physique as well. He took the seat right in front of her. Without losing a moment, he asked the organiser to introduce them. She managed a smile at the time and pretended like she was going to jump straight into the presentation. But inside, she felt light, as if she needed to sit down. It was time to stand up and start talking though.
Trying hard to tame the almost teenager-like flutters in her heart and desperately trying to control her lips that somehow spread into a smile, she began talking about innovation and technology and everything in-between, it was all a blur now of course. After slide ten, two sips of water, fidgeting hands and an unnecessary smile all through, she forced herself to look at other people and not in his direction even from the corner of her eye. She focused on an older lady in the audience who seemed genuinely interested in the subject and connected with her gaze. Eventually managing to get through the sixty minutes, she managed to talk some sense and delivered a fairly decent presentation after all. She even had some really good feedback from members of the audience at the end of the session.
Eventually, she allowed herself to face him again. The anxiety had passed, and what was left was the joy of having seen someone that she wanted to just keep looking at. She did have to remind herself though that they would all have to go back to work and that would be the end of it, as he was after all, a client. As guests started to leave, she thanked each of them and exchanged cards with those that she missed out earlier. The organiser offered to bring in some more coffee and just then he leaned across the table to give her his business card. She obviously returned the gesture feeling very pleased that she now knew his name. To her surprise he asked if it would be okay with her if he rang her after 7 p.m. someday. 'You'll have to ring me to find out now, won't you!' is what she managed to say. He smiled at this response and their eyes locked -she just couldn't turn away from those deep, dark eyes.
One of the best Mondays ever, she smiled right through the day for no apparent reason and secretly went home around 6 that day, thinking of what might lie ahead that evening...
She sat down to set up her slide show, as she sipped on a smooth cup of nespresso. The audience started to trickle in and picked their spots around the large boardroom. There were close to thirty members expected to show up that morning. She walked around the room to exchange pleasantries and business cards. After one round of that, she decided to settle down and meet the last minute entrants later in person. Just as she settled back into her seat, the last four people entered the room, and among them, there he was, tall, dark, handsome, with eyes that pierced right through you and through his steel grey shirt, she could tell he had quite the physique as well. He took the seat right in front of her. Without losing a moment, he asked the organiser to introduce them. She managed a smile at the time and pretended like she was going to jump straight into the presentation. But inside, she felt light, as if she needed to sit down. It was time to stand up and start talking though.
Trying hard to tame the almost teenager-like flutters in her heart and desperately trying to control her lips that somehow spread into a smile, she began talking about innovation and technology and everything in-between, it was all a blur now of course. After slide ten, two sips of water, fidgeting hands and an unnecessary smile all through, she forced herself to look at other people and not in his direction even from the corner of her eye. She focused on an older lady in the audience who seemed genuinely interested in the subject and connected with her gaze. Eventually managing to get through the sixty minutes, she managed to talk some sense and delivered a fairly decent presentation after all. She even had some really good feedback from members of the audience at the end of the session.
Eventually, she allowed herself to face him again. The anxiety had passed, and what was left was the joy of having seen someone that she wanted to just keep looking at. She did have to remind herself though that they would all have to go back to work and that would be the end of it, as he was after all, a client. As guests started to leave, she thanked each of them and exchanged cards with those that she missed out earlier. The organiser offered to bring in some more coffee and just then he leaned across the table to give her his business card. She obviously returned the gesture feeling very pleased that she now knew his name. To her surprise he asked if it would be okay with her if he rang her after 7 p.m. someday. 'You'll have to ring me to find out now, won't you!' is what she managed to say. He smiled at this response and their eyes locked -she just couldn't turn away from those deep, dark eyes.
One of the best Mondays ever, she smiled right through the day for no apparent reason and secretly went home around 6 that day, thinking of what might lie ahead that evening...
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