drive inland. Have you watched the weather report for the next few days?”
“No, why?” Regina looked up at the sky for a sign of inclement weather.
“You really need to do something other than work. Please look up the weather when we get off. They’re calling for a very bad tropical storm. That’s why I am calling you. I need you to have a mini meeting for me before a nyone heads out to meetings or lunch.”
“Sure, whatever you need.”
“First of all, I’m going to delay our cocktail party until next Friday. I know everyone is going to be upset, but if the storm is bad, I don't need people drinking and driving.
“You can tell them I’ll also give them an extra week for their sales to count for the raffle. Hopefully this will help ease their disappointment. I have a feeling we might be closed tomorrow or at least have a shortened day.”
“You think it’s going to be that bad?” Regina wondered out loud.
“I don't know, sweetie. I will check in with you later as we keep an eye on the weather throughout the day.
“How about this. Let’s plan a conference call with you and Reddick after lunch to crunch some numbers. Okay?” Serena had high expectations from her staff, but was always fair and would never put anyone in harm’s way to make a buck.
“Okay, I will let him know. Let me go. Looks like I need to get ahead on my work so we don't get b ehind tomorrow.” Regina said good-bye and ended her call.
Normally the only two cars in the parking lot in the morning were hers and Reddick’s. Today she a rrived with her minions. She knew there was no chance at getting near the coffee machine until after nine thirty. If she weren’t already late, she would have gone back out for coffee.
She sucked it up and headed inside to plan her mini meeting.
Regina walked into the office, surprised not to find anyone at his or her desk. She heard a commotion coming from the conference room. Serena had been talking about having French doors made for the conference room for several months now. It was directly across from her office, and she liked the idea of being able to see who was in there having meetings.
The doors were ajar and everyone was gathered around the large marble table. She could hear Re ddick laughing above the chatter. She snarled at the way he charmed everyone. The truth was she was annoyed that she couldn't get that kind of response from people.
Reddick could be an absolute dick, but everyone liked him. He always found a commonality with people so they felt like they could trust him. He got away with saying things that, had Regina tried to say them, would have been offensive.
“Oh my God, Regina, look at those shoes!” Alita came running over with half a bagel in hand.
Regina felt Reddick’s eyes on her like two hot stage lights. She allowed her eyes to connect with his. He sipped his coffee and carried on a conversation with one of the younger guys, probably about a bas eball game.
Alita was rambling on about how much she loved Regina’s new shoes. Her words blended with the rest of the conversations in the conference room. Regina was too distracted by the stare-off she was ha ving with Reddick to bother attempting to decipher what she was talking about.
“Hello?” Alita was waving her hand in front of Reg ina. “Are you listening to me?”
“Hmm. Yeah, sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. What were you saying?” Regina redirected her atte ntion to her friend.
She realized Alita was in yet another of her wild ou tfits. She was short in stature, even with her usual platform wedges. She had a plump look to her, but really it was just that her boobs were the largest part of her little body. Her second largest feature was her big, blond hair. She was wearing a shiny purple-and-orange striped blouse that was pulling at the buttons over her 34 double D’s. She paired her shirt, which was made from some unknown synthetic material, with a pair of floral capris. Regina just