Part 1: The Meet and Greet

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"Well shit, this might not be so bad" Justin thought to himself as he pulled up to the hotel complex.

In the past, it was a treat for the company to have activities at any sort of decent place, but this place...

"Wow!"

In exiting the company-owned Durango, Justin tugged his phone from his jean pocket; double checking the email he had been sent.

"Upon arrival, meet with Training Specialist Sara Vickers,"

"I swear if this is another 'trainer' who is old enough to be my mother, I'm gonna lose my shit." he thought to himself with a smirk,

After checking-in and settling into his room, he texted the phone number provided.

No response.

A bit irritated, he set about unpacking his luggage and organizing his room.

Afterall, organization was his forte.

Of which, he accredited his rather rapid advancement with the company.

In a matter of 13 years, Justin advanced from entry-level customer service/sales, to his current position of District Supervisor; providing oversight of Sales and Security in 7 counties.

Furthermore, Justin prided himself on organization and time management.

Some would say he was overly-methodical.

But as far as he was concerned, methodical was OK.

Methodical kept the bills paid.

He glanced at his phone and grimaced a bit.

He sent the initial text to Sara at 3:05 pm.

As of 3:35 pm-no response.

Justin sat for a moment on the King bed in his room, studying his phone.

"Technically, the conference doesn't "officially" begin until this evening..." he thought to himself.

His brown eyes darted to the bottle of Crown he had carefully planted on the countertop of his suite.

Anxiety had always been an issue for him, especially in new places.

People being late didn't help.

Tardiness was a peeve.

Then there was this whole "training conference" and meeting new people "thing."

"Ugh,"

He couldn't help but grin a bit as he lifted the plastic cup-provided by the hotel and apparently meant for water- with a nip of Crown, to his lips.

He glanced at his phone once again.

3:50 PM-No response.

"Fuck it, I was on-time...." he cursed as he dropped his phone on the bed.

Grabbing a towel from the shelf, he headed to the bathroom shower.

--

Just as Justin grabbed his towel to dry off, his cell went off.

"He...hello!?" he answered.

"Hi...is Justin available?"

The female voice on the line sounded very young, so he hesitated.

"Uh yea....who is this?"

"Sara..."

"Sara...who?" he mused.

"I'm so very sorry Justin, I'll be there in a few minutes..."

He sat down on the bed once again, pondering the voice.

"Fuck she sounded young!" he thought.

"No problem...take your time," he replied, doing his best to conceal the sarcasm.

He glanced at the clock: 4:45 PM.

He quickly set about dressing in a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt.

In taking a quick glance in the room mirror; he grinned a bit.

Standing a stout 5'9, Justin's broad shoulders filled out his polo well.

His stout build, lean thighs and calves were courtesy of his father's Scandinavian heritage.

His naturally bronzed skin-tone was apparently from his mother's heritage-whom he had never met.

"Not bad for 42...." he thought to himself.

His abs had faltered a bit with age...

His arms and shoulders remained rather defined, due in large part to being an avid outdoorsman.

"Could be worse.." he grinned as he killed the light.

The "Call to Post" ringtone of his cell snapped him from his mind 'wanderings' of what he should expect.

Is she brunette? Blonde maybe?

Tall? Hopefully not too tall.

The trumpets ring blasted again.

He fumbled and tugged the phone from his jean pocket.

"Ah...hello?"

"Justin...Hi! It's Sara!"

"Oh hey, I'm just on my way to the elevator to meet you."

"(Brief pause) Oh! Well that's nice of you but not necessary, I can email you what you need to look over tonight.."

"Well...too late..." he said with a grin as he boarded the elevator.

"I'm already on my way."

--

Justin's heart pounded, as the heavy steel doors parted.

As he stepped out, his phone "chirped"

"Dammit!." he cursed under his breath; reminding himself to remind his daughter to stop changing his ringtones....and text-tones.

He quickly glanced at the message, then looked ahead.

And there she stood.

"Such a cute....text-tone!" she chirped as she approached him.

"Fuck.." he muttered as his eyes met hers.

She was not at all what he imagined.

She wasn't jaw dropping gorgeous, but far from plain.

She was shorter, 5 foot at the most.

Her curly, dark brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, a few curved bangs framed her oval, face; accentuating a pair of big, almond shaped big brown eyes.

A bit on the thicker side.

"In all the right places," he thought to himself.

While her waist-length, navy blue winter coat left a lot to the imagination, her thicker thighs, clad in black leggings did not.

"Justin?" she asked cautiously, snapping his attention back to her.

He nodded.

"So they claim, " he joked.

Without warning she suddenly hugged him, her slender arms around his neck.

Caught off-guard and unsure of what to do, he patted her sides gently.

"Ok so I know I'm late...very late!' Sara stated.

"I'm very sorry, between my dog-sitter showing up way late and traffic and..."

"Sara..." he said, with a slightly confused expression and a comical grin.

"Ye..yea?"

"Why are you apologizing and explaining yourself, you really don-'"

"Well everyone made it very clear how you are, about people being late and not...I mean, disorganized" she interrupted.

He paused, his eye brows raised.

"Oh...really now?" he asked, fighting back a laugh.

Sara nodded with a sudden, nervous giggle.

"Oh boy, I'm just putting my foot more in my mouth here."

"No no, you're fine," he replied.

"More fine than I expected," he thought to himself.

"Shut up Justin, fucking whiskey can shut up too!"

"I know I have a rep as a bit of an anal, hard-ass, but I'm not as terrible as they claim," he joked with a broad smile, sensing her nervousness.

"No, I mean..." she stammered.

"Sara, seriously it's ok. I have a tough hide, you're not gonna offend me," he added.

"Ok ok, anyway" she nervously reached for her suitcase.

"Allow me," he offered, reaching down to pick up the overstuffed case.

"Umm...Justin, you don't have to carry it. It has a handle..." she laughed, her gloved hand grazing the back of his.

"Right, of course it does," he muttered, taking his turn at being a bit nervous.

"Let's get you checked in then we can talk work shit," he added, gripping the black fiberglass handle of her suitcase.

"That's very sweet of you Mister Bolan," she smiled up at him.

"Please, Justin is fine,"

"Oh I know, I was just bein-"

"It's fine, I get it."

Sara stopped short and paused, glancing up at him nervously then headed toward the hotel front desk.

He followed her, unable to keep his eyes from focusing and his mind from wondering what was higher than her exposed brown, fur-lined boots.

He was now regretting having the drink-and maybe a half- before her arrival.

"Get your shit together Bolden, she's technically your superior and here you are acting like a horny 16-year old with his tongue dragging the floor!" he thought to himself and cleared his throat.

"Room for Vickers please, under the OSI account," she stated politely at the desk.

"Thank you Ma'am, we have your room ready. Room 640," the young man at the desk stated, handing her a set of key cards.

Justin froze.

"640?..his room was 642. Shit, how convenient."

Once checked in, Sara turned to him.

"I can go get checked in and unpacked. I can message you on the OSI app in about an hour. I can send you everything you need and we can chat about any questions you have," she explained, her tone suddenly, very professional.

Justin nodded, "Ok that works."

She smiled up at him, her brown eyes again meeting his.

"Would you like help with your luggage?"

"No," she giggled.

"I hauled it in and out of my truck to this point, I think I can manage....Justin"

He grinned, noting her sarcastic emphasis of his name.

"Fair enough, we can chat later then."

She nodded, "Ok, perfect."

As he turned to leave, he felt a sudden gentle grip on his forearm.

He turned to face her.

She leaned in close, an amused smile on her face.

"Out of curiosity, what have you been sippin' on?".

Justin blinked, again caught off-guard.

"Some of thee finest....this establishment has to offer!...Ma'am"

"Of course...well done s--"

"Please...Ju-"

"Oh I know! Justin!" she interrupted.

He studied her for a moment, once again feeling a grin tug at the corners of his lips.

"Smart ass.." he said quietly.

"Oh you have no idea..." she replied.

It was then he was certain she had a bit of an accent.

He considered inquiring, but bit his tongue.

--

Justin glanced at the bedside clock in his room.

6:52 pm.

He had finished unpacking and ironing his clothes for tomorrow, trying to keep himself busy rather than thinking about the young, uber-attractive woman he had just met an hour ago.

Normally, he avoids younger women.

After two shitty marriages and even shittier divorces with younger women, he was not exactly looking for anything.

But Sara was different.

She was indeed very young, probably young enough to be his daughter.

But her scent, her obvious "smart ass'ness", her voice.

And of course her build.

But again, being a Training and Development Specialist (TDS) with the same company, she technically had rank on him.

And OSI's fraternization policy was strict.

And given his military background, he was indeed an anal hard-ass when it comes to policy.

And of course punctuality and organization.

"Guilty as charged," he thought to himself amusedly.

He glanced at his company-issued laptop momentarily.

Nothing from her yet.

Having unpacked and already showered, he changed into his favorite pair of black UA shorts and decided to pour one more drink, turn on the TV and wait.

Just as he was getting into a rerun of a favorite sitcom from his teen years, he heard the annoying "doorbell" alert from his laptop.

He took a good pull from his Crown Seven and leaned down to check the alert.

SVickers: Hi, Justin. I'm all settled and ready when you are.

"Showtime," he thought to himself as he took a seat in the black padded desk chair.

JBolan: Well good evening beautiful...

"Fuck, you can't type that shithead!"

He deleted the line with a smirk, took a moment and sipped his drink.

Jbolan: Good Evening Mrs. Vickers

SVickers: Sara is fine! And it's MS. Vickers to you sir!, LoL

He couldn't help but laugh quietely.

"Well I know now she's not married, lucky woman" he thougt to himself.

JBolan: Haha ok, Ms. Sara Vickers it is!

Svickers: LoL Anyway, I'm going to send you the files you'll need for tomorrow. Take a moment and have a look at them. If you have any questions, let me know

JBolan: Ok, send them over.

After a few minutes of downloading and saving the four PDF files, Justin tried to force himself to actually read them over. But most all of the information was far from new to him. After 13 years with OSI, these annual training and development conferences were basically the same game with a different name.

SVickers: Do you have any questions?

He was startled by the Direct Message (DM) as he was gleaning through the files.

His first instinct was to reply "Nope, same shit different pile."

JBolan: No, I don't think so. Pretty straight forward."

After a few minutes with no reply from Sara, he placed an order of chicken wings and some other yummies for delivery.

As he was on the phone, he heard several DM alerts.

"Shit, did she take offense to the fact I had no questions?"

Once he had placed his order, he slid back across the room in the desk chair,

(7:02 pm) SVickers: Well good, I didn't really expect many questions from you, you've been around here for a while,

(7:04 pm) SVickers: I didn't mean that in a negative way, Justin, I just meant that you're a seasoned vet of sorts, I'm still new at this.

(7:05 pm) SVickers: Maybe "seasoned vet" is a bad choice of words, I've heard of your military service! Thank you so much for that, your service I mean. Maybe a better choice of words would be...you've been an asset to OSI for so long! I'm sure this all is just another "Day at OSI" for you!

He carefully read each message.

An amused grin spread a bit more across his face, with each read.

JBolan: Haha I'm flattered by your efforts to be correct/PC in your messages, but again, I'm not easily offended. Yes, I've been around the block a few times...and back again with OSI. And yes, the information you sent me is nothing new, just a few updates. I appreciate your diligence!

He waited a few minutes for a reply, but when he observed her DM status go to "busy" he set about selecting his clothes for tomorrow.

Even though he had come to take these meetings in stride, Justin felt the urge to make an impression.

Not only on the high brass of the company-due to his recent promotion to District Supervisor- but now to Sara.

It was a nice feeling having someone to impress, or try to.

"She may be young and not have a single thought of interest in me, but it never hurts to dress to impress," he thought to himself as he set aside a pair of creased black dress slacks, his favorite baby- blue polo shirt and freshly shined black dress shoes.

Dinner arrived just as he was finishing up his wardrobe selection.

Justin didn't fully realize how hungry he was until he opened the carton of hot, fresh Buffalo/Ranch wings.

Just as he took his first bite, he heard the "doorbell" alert once again.

Too hungry to care at the moment, he dove into his late dinner, ignoring the several subsequent alerts.

"Jesus lady, a guy's 'gotta eat!" he thought to himself as he polished off the 8-piece wing order.

Once the side order of onion rings was finished and he had cleaned up, he once again returned to the laptop.

t(8:20 pm) SVickers: Thank you for that. It means a lot.

(8:21 pm) SVickers: I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression earlier..with the hug and all. I also hope I didn't offend you with what I said about what I heard about you. I'm just very nervous about this TD conference. It's my first and I was hoping to make a good impression to have you on my side.

(8:25 pm) SVickers: I meant...I was hoping to have you on my side..like NOT piss you off and have a critic right off the bat LoL

After reading the DM's it became readily apparent to him; Sara was not only new to the company, but she had been put in a position she was clearly not yet comfortable with.

"Fucking OSI," he muttered.

While he had enjoyed his career for the most part, he was also well aware of the company hiring new employees and immediately throwing them "into the pit."

With little to no preparation.

JBolan: I have no doubt in my mind you will be great tomorrow! Of course I am on your side, we're all on the same team. If I can help in any way, just let me know. I got your back."

SVickers: OMG thank you Justin!

SVickers: I do have a question...

JBolan: Ok?

Svickers: How do you always stay so damned confident?

Justin paused.

"Loaded question," he thought to himself.

JBolan: What gives you the idea Im always "so damned confident"?

SVickers: Well, like earlier this evening. I gave you a hug and started explaining myself right away. But you were focused on getting things done, like helping me check-in, and carry my ridiculous suitcase. I was all over the map with being so nervous, but you were so calm and focused."

JBolan: I spent 8 years in the military before coming to OSI. The Army taught me a lot about confidence, speaking clearly and just doing my best to be the best I can be.

SVickers: I kinda figured you were former Army

JBolan: How so?

SVickers: Well, I should rephrase that, I kinda figured you were former military. Your demeanor was a giveaway, but your haircut. I figured Army for sure.

JBolan: I don't have much hair left! LoL

SVickers: Ok maybe, but you have the "high n tight"!

JBolan: How do you know of the high n tight?

SVickers: My daddy was US Army retired, he was an LTC when he retired Justin

JBolan: Was?

SVickers: Yea, he passed a few years ago. I miss him..

JBolan: I'm so very sorry

SVickers: It's fine, he wanted to see his baby girl go to school, so he got to see me graduate college!

JBolan: Very nice! Where did you go to school?

SBickers: A small school in Alabama

JBolan: What was your major?

Svickers: Media Communicatons...I had a minor in whiskey judging though!

JBolan: Lol very nice.

SVickers: Where did you go to school?

JBolan: I didn't go to college, just the USU.

SVickers: USU?

JBolan: Uncle Sam University!

SVickers: LoL have never heard that one before!

Justin glanced at the laptop clock: 10:35 pm

SVickers: What was your MOS? In the Army?

JBolan: Field Artillery, what was your dad's

SVickers: Armor

JBolan: Smart man (wink emoji)

SVickers: (heart emoji) of course he was! His daughter is even smarter!

Jbolan: Of course! I should probably head to bed, tomorrow's shit starts at 8 right?

SVickers: "Shit"? Thanks

Justin stared at the DM, then grabbed his phone and dialed Sara.

"I thought you were headed to bed," she answered, a bit of annoyance in her tone.

"I want to apologize...." Justin said with a sigh.

"Ok...."

"I know now tomorrow and Friday are important to you. I didn't mean to refer to everything as "shit", it was a shitty reference on my part."

Satra giggled "Just a shitty way of saying shit?"

Justin smirked a bit.

"Yea, something like that."

"I spose I can forgive ya....on one condition"

Justin leaned back in his chair with a quiet sigh,

"Ok..."

"Tell me what your rank was in the Army, and tell me you'll have my back, again"

"Please"

Justin paused and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and the cell phone close to his ear.

"I was an E-8. And yes....of course Sara. I'll have your back."

He couldn't help but smile at her quiet exhale of ease.

"Thanks...Master Sargent" she replied with a chuckle.

After a brief pause,

"Goodnight....Sara..."

--

Justin awoke to his alarm at 5:30 am.

"Fuck!" he cursed, realizing he had fallen asleep with her....on the phone!

He double-checked his phone, hoping there would be a text from her.

"Of course not, sleeping beauty has a helluva day ahead" he thought to himself.

Justin busied himself with hitting up the hotel's gym; by 7 :30 he was showered and dressed.

The plaid-button shirt fit a bit more snug since he last wore it, but after a glance in the mirror, he was fine with that.

The short, cropped sleeves stopped just short of exposing the tribal tattoos on his upper arms.

He took one final glance in the mirror.

His go-tee was trimmed, he had just had his thick dark hair trimmed up "high "n Tight" the day before, as Sara had pointed out.

"Showtime motherfuckers!" he smirked as he grabbed his truck and hotel keys, closing the door behind him.

As Justin made his way through the immense crowd of company executives and managers, he kept an eye out for Sara.

She was nowhere to be seen.

He eventually took his assigned seat and fulfilled his obligatory duties of shaking hands, being nice and....dealing with hugs.

While not a typical coffee drinker, Justin took full advantage of anything to keep him awake and focused.