Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (45) What Becomes of the Broken Hearted (Part 05)
The diminutive receptionist, Lilya, sat with her disproportionately large breasts on display in a very low cut black top and they looked like two bald men sharing a coat.
Her face was not an attractive one but Karen supposed, perhaps unkindly that when you have your breasts on display like that, most visitors wouldn’t notice her face.
“Can I help?” she asked
“Yes” Karen replied, “I’m here to see Mark Cross”
“Name?” she barked
“Karen Anderson” she replied rather sharply as she’d already told her all of this over the intercom.
“Wait there” she ordered and walked away, Karen assumed that they probably employed her because of the size of her breasts and not for her expertise or personality.
A few moments later she returned
“This way” Lilya called and led her to her appointment.
When they reached Mark Cross’s office she stepped to one side and grunted
Karen stepped through the open door and was greeted by a middle-aged man dressed like a used car salesman, who didn’t really project “Cutting Edge”.
“Karen?” he said standing up and proffering his hand which she took.
“Mr Cross” she said shaking his hand, and she thought he certainly shook hands like a salesman and it even felt like a used car salesman’s hand.
“Please call me Mark” he said pointing, “Take a seat”
She sat down and thought that Bob had clearly been given some bad information about Mr. Cross and she thought there was little chance she would remain there for long.
“I must apologize for Lilya, she’s just a temp our usual receptionist is on maternity leave” he said
Karen wasn’t really in the mood for chit chat so she pressed on him the reason for our meeting.
“Bob Tuner tells me you come highly recommended”
“Well not me” he interrupted “it’s my company but Peter is the genius”
“I’ll introduce you” he said and stood up and walked around the desk and then she led him along a corridor and into an office/workshop, which had computers and editing desks and every gadget imaginable, clearly Peter was the “Cutting Edge” that she had heard about.
And sitting at a console was a man with his back to them wearing headphones with his eyes glued to a screen.
“Peter?” Marcus shouted and as he turned around he looked up and smiled as he took off his headphones.
He rose from his chair and she saw Peter was a tall man, stick thin, with an unusual posture.
She ascertained he was probably mid to late twenties and wore a neatly trimmed beard.
He had a handsome face, what she could see of it even more so when he smiled, which he did as he approached with his one hand extended in greeting and other grasping a walking stick.
“Peter this is Karen Anderson” he said to him but Peter corrected him
“No this is Karen Myles”
“Well I used to be” she said “But not for quite a few years”
“I thought it was you, you haven’t changed a bit” he said
She studied his face but couldn’t place him, there was something familiar around the eyes, but not enough to identify him, but clearly he knew her.
“You have me at a complete disadvantage” she said which was when Mark completed the introduction
“This is Peter Strickland”
Which was when Karen did something she had never done before in her life, she fainted.
Peter Strickland was the boyfriend who so cruelly stood her up when she was just 15 years old and broke her heart.