“Mr. Jacobs is finishing up on a conference call that ran over. He’ll be here momentarily. Is there anything I can get you…water, coffee, tea?” She spoke to the room through her nose giving off that pretentious nasal sound. We all declined and continued to wait.
Shortly after, the door opened again and my team stood as a stiff-postured red head with red glasses who didn’t speak entered the room and headed straight to the lower end of the table. She was eventually followed by two men; one tall and strikingly handsome black man who donned a grey, pinstriped, well-fitted suit with pointed lapels and a peaked white handkerchief that blended perfectly with a blue dress shirt and brilliant lavender tie. The other man was Caucasian, nearly as tall with equally broad shoulders mimicking the same grace and confidence as the chocolate honey.
Once they were deep enough in the room we sat. Abruptly, I felt Michelle’s knee strike my thigh underneath the table. I didn’t need to turn to her to know she enjoyed the eye candy. The only question was which object she admired best, the chocolate wonder or the blue-eyed sandy blonde honey next to him. My dear friend was an equal opportunist.
I was sure this was it and the meeting was about to begin when the Caucasian gentleman apologized for their tardiness. He then started the introductions beginning with the four men who were there when we arrived. They were Jacobs’ lawyers, financial person, and someone from city hall. His tone was a little brash but I guess that was because they’ve been through many prospective leasers and had many more to go, knee deep in the selection process.
Finally, he spoke again, “I’m Brett Martin, executive assistant to Mr. Azmir Jacobs…”
I nearly fell out of my seat exhausted from heavy anticipation. If he isn’t Jacobs, where the hell is he?
Then I noticed the smooth cocoa-skinned guy, who was incredibly handsome, gaping at me. Those eyes seemed so familiar to me. He must have noticed the confusion I was wearing on my face because I saw the slight slanting in his eyes.
I diverted my eyes back to Brett who continued, “Throughout this meeting, although you will address all parties present, I may ask questions for clarity for the notes I’m recording. The final decision will be made by Mr. Jacobs who will lead the meeting. Mr. Jacobs…”
The sounds of the room suddenly faded and my chest rose in total shock. “The chocolate Adonis is Azmir Jacobs?!” screamed in my head. I would’ve never guessed it to save my life. I had to quickly compose myself and gather a game plan, one far from the previous ones I had ready in my arsenal.
Azmir Jacobs, the shrewd mogul, the fierce tycoon, is a brother?
“Well, I know you’re representing Smith, Katz & Adams Sports Medicine…” he said glimpsing over the name on the document in front of him. “…but why don’t we start off by learning who’s present.” His voice was husky, firm, commanding and yet still had the bizarre and extraordinary ability to cause my belly to lurch and not due to my nerves either.