is.” Raleigh was frustrated. “I’m not being a diva , he’s a condescending asshole.”
“He’s the only one who was willing to ride with you.”
“You didn’t look hard enough.” Raleigh sat in the chair she frequented so much. “I’m serious, I can’t do it. He can’t ride with me.”
“Unfortunately you don’t have a choice in the matter, make it work. You and Jon have won four rallies so you two must be doing something right.”
“Because I know how to drive, that’s why. I’d do better with no co-driver over him.”
“That was an arrogant statement if I’ve ever heard one.”
“I’ve tried not to complain these past few months and I’ve practiced harder and longer than I ever have before.”
“Because you knew you had to and you have no room to complain. Not after your little hospital stay made it into the press.”
Raleigh shook her head.
“I wish I could be perfect, life would be a hell of a lot easier.”
“No one is asking you to be perfect.” Their conversation was very civil and calm, another thing Raleigh had been working on. “And you’ve improved vastly, in every aspect, I’ll give you that. But, you are a team for better or worse. The two of you will have to come to some kind of agreement.”
Raleigh didn’t like the answer, but accepted it with no other choice. She wasn’t going to argue any further with Tom. She rose to her feet.
“I’ll do the best I can,” she said calmly.
“Do you want me to talk to him?” Tom leaned over his desk.
“That won’t improve anything. Thank you for seeing me Tom.”
“My door is always open. You may not like the answer, but it’s always open.”
She picked up her jacket and walked out of his office. It was then she spied two people walking up the hallway, a middle aged man and a young woman no older than twenty with a massive bouquet of flowers in her arms.
OH DEAR GOD. Raleigh’s heartbeat instantly doubled.
“Hi, Jen?” The young redhead inquired.
“Can I help you? Jen responded professionally.
Raleigh turned her back ever so smoothly and slunk back into Tom’s office.
“Did you forget something?” Tom asked.
“Ah, yeah, I wanted to talk to you about the graphic redesign on the car.”
“We’re redesigning the car?”
Raleigh looked back into the hallway. The slightly graying man held Jen in an embrace. Clearly he wasn’t the hug a stranger type, but the effort was there. Tears streamed down the redhead’s rose colored cheeks.
“Yeah, um, I was thinking we should change the color, the blue is just so, you know, done and blah.”
“Blah?” Tom was confused by her peculiar behavior.
“Yeah, blah. I was thinking we should try pink. And pink is the color for breast cancer awareness, you can’t go wrong with that.” She looked over her shoulder again. The young girl had a vice grip on Jen. How did they get in the gate?
“Um, why don’t you talk to marketing about this? It’s not up to me.”
“What are your thoughts?”
“You’re acting a bit off.” His forehead wrinkled. “Are you okay? Have you been drinking?”
“Not funny Tom, you know I haven’t drank since—”
“Raleigh, can you please come here?” Jen appeared in the doorway looking perturbed.
“Me and Tom are in the middle of a meeting. Can it wait a few minutes?” Raleigh tried to prolong the inevitable.
“No, it can’t.”
“I’m leaving for the afternoon. I have a meeting with a sponsor.” Tom grabbed his car keys. “Let me know how you make out with your pink car proposal.”
He ushered them both out of his office.
“Did you know they were coming?” Jen spoke to her in the doorway in a hushed voice.
“Who?” Raleigh acted as though she was