Speak Now

by Chautona Havig

  “Derek, it is immaterial if I like or don’t like her. I don’t like her lack of professionalism. If she’ll throw this kind of fit trying to get an account, what’ll happen if we request changes? What if we don’t like the next one? I don’t want to saddle whoever takes over this thing with a problematic agent.”

  “And this guy is better?”

  “I prefer his, yes. I was prepared not to, but I do. I’ll get him to leave his presentation here, and I’ll make a quick mockup of what Carletti showed me. We can go over them after your lunch meeting and make a decision this afternoon?”

  To her relief, Derek agreed. Cara raced back to her office and pulled out a side arm of the desk she used when she and Tina had to work together on a project. Grabbing a few plates and utensils from a cabinet, she brought them back and retrieved two water bottles. Todd arrived with their bags of food and an eager expression in his eyes.

  “Well?”

  “Derek will go over both proposals this afternoon. I can’t make any promises, but…”

  A huge grin spread across Todd’s face. “You want mine?”

  “I want yours.”

  “Because it’s the best or because it’s not Della’s?” The question seemed more inspired by curiosity than insecurity.

  “Both. I would choose it regardless of whose proposal it was, but the fact that it is yours is a huge bonus for me.”

  He took his plate from her and grabbed a pair of chopsticks. “I may have just gotten my first big account.”

  “I think you did. I can’t promise,” she added. She hated to remind him but felt obligated. “After all, it’s going to create some huge waves, but if Jonathan recommended it, I have to assume it isn’t insurmountable.”

  “If Mr. Farley chooses my presentation, can I take both of you out to dinner? Any night, anywhere. I just want to celebrate.”

  “I doubt Derek will have time, Todd, but I’ll be happy to go.” She pointed to her plate. “This egg roll is the best I’ve ever had. I’m so glad you suggested them. I usually don’t bother.”

  “I assumed you’d go for Ming Ling’s since they’re so close. They have the best in the city.” Todd took a bite of his egg roll, chewing slowly. His eyes met hers. “Why do I feel like I just got the account?”

  “Because you and I both know, you probably did.” Cara grinned, lifted her water bottle, and toasted his success. “To a long and happy relationship.”

  “Cheers.”

  ~*~*~*~

  “Okay, so what I decided was to give you both proposals and have you compare them without knowing who did what. That way, if anyone makes unjust accusations, you’ll be able to honestly say you didn’t know whose was which.”

  “And, you don’t think I’ll be able to tell the difference between a mock up and a professional presentation?” Derek cocked a sardonic eyebrow.

  “Well, if I’d actually made a mock-up, of course. However, I ran over to Delta and requested Carletti’s storyboards for the afternoon. Her boss was very accommodating. Why do they put up with her?”

  “Because she’s good. Let’s see them.”

  Cara led Derek into the conference room where she had both presentations lined up on opposite sides of the room and stood back, giving no indication to her preference. He wandered through the storyboards, asked questions, made observations, and then pointed to the right side of the room. “I want that one. The other might be good for later, but this is a better transition to Internet marketing.”

  “I’ll let Todd know he can have the account.”

  “That’s not Carletti’s? She didn’t show any demographics? No research? I assumed the one without was Todd’s and showed his lack of experience.”

  “It shows Carletti’s arrogance that she thinks she doesn’t need to show us basic information. We should just trust that she knows her markets and has done her homework.”

  Derek sat down at the end of the long conference table and pointed to the seat next to him. “I’ve never seen you so prejudiced. You’re always so gracious. The nastier someone gets, the gentler you become. What is up with this woman?”

  “I don’t know. I tried gracious. She tried to walk all over me. I can’t afford to mess this up for us.”

  “You sure it isn’t because a certain man is out of the picture?” Derek rarely crossed the line from business to personal, but when he did, Cara recognized it as concern.

  “Who says he’s out of the picture?”

  “Go call Tom and Della. Have Jonathan Lyman ready to play diplomat if the need arises. I want this in production ASAP.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “What do I wear? Is this business as in ‘daywear,’ or casual as in ‘date wear but not on a date?’” Cara stood before her open closet, phone in one hand, frowning at the dress in the other.

  “Wear your black dress. It fits both.” Jonathan laughed as if he found an uncertain Cara charming.

  “Good thought. I’ll wear my key with it. It’ll be perfect.”

  He chuckled. “Excellent choice. The white gold against the black will be stunning. Wear your hair up.”

  “White gold. I assumed platinum. You seemed to prefer it.”

  “They didn’t have it in platinum.”

  “Hair up? Really? That’s odd coming from you.” Even as she spoke, Cara twisted her hair into a simple knot at the nape of her neck.

  “It’ll look appropriately business-like and set off the key perfectly. I wish I could see you.” Jonathan didn’t add that keeping her appropriately dressed but not looking too good when going out with another man would always be a desirable goal, but Cara deduced his meaning.

  “Just a minute. I’ll get a picture of me in front of the mirror.”

  Cara snapped the picture, sent it, dug through the closet for shoes, all while listening to Jonathan tell her about how Bryson punched a boy for teasing Riley after Sunday school. “Well, I shouldn’t be, but I’m cheering for him.”

  “I told him that if there hadn’t been adults nearby who could have helped, I wouldn’t have rebuked him, but with a dozen people able to hear if he called, jumping in wasn’t the appropriate response. Let authority handle it.” He sighed. “I’m such a hypocrite.”

  “Just because you would do the same thing in the same situation doesn’t make teaching your son to do better hypocritical. It means you’re wise. And I’d have pummeled the kid too if it makes you feel any better.”

  “Liar.”

  She smiled. “I tried.”

  “You’d hug the little terror, tell him how sad it makes you to see him so unkind, and he’d be lapping at your heels inside five minutes.”

  “Hey, am I supposed to meet Todd there? I just assumed, but now I’m panicking. What if he shows up here and I’m gone?”

  After a moment he said, “I’m not used to you being nervous. You’re always so fully at ease in situations.”

  “Right? This is so weird.”

  “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yep.” She tidied the lipstick from the corners of her mouth.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Ascot. Derek could still show. He didn’t turn it down completely. I think he wants to meet Todd, but he has a late meeting with the board so…”

  “Do you need to leave soon to get there on time?” Jonathan sounded discouraged at the thought of her leaving.

  “Yep. Five minutes—tops.”

  “Call. Confirm time and place and that you’ll meet him there. Think about it. Why are you so nervous about this, Cara?”

  Several seconds passed before she answered. “I don’t know! You’re right, I am nervous. Why am I nervous? It doesn’t make sense. I’m never nervous.”

  Jonathan’s voice came through the phone, soothing and assuring her. “You’re accustomed to doing a very specific job. You are the assistant CFO—right hand man to one of the top guys in your corporation, but you had to step out and do something totally foreign. Perhaps it’s after-hand jitters. It’s not abou
t the dinner but what it signifies. You just made a very expensive deal.”

  “Oh, right. Like that just helped. Thanks, Jonathan.”

  “I had to choose that; there was only one alternative and I didn’t like it.”

  Cara locked the door behind her and hurried to her car. “What alternative?”

  “That you’re nervous about having dinner with an attractive man due to some undefined interest.”

  “Jealous?”

  His sigh answered her before he said, “You have no idea.”

  ~*~*~*~

  Suitably impressed, Cara glanced around her. “I’ve never eaten here. What do you recommend?” While not the understated elegance of The Oakes, The Ascot was definitely one of the more posh restaurants in the greater Rockland area.

  “Oh, I was hoping you’d been here. I was going to ask you.” Todd’s embarrassment turned his face nearly the same shade as his hair.

  “Well, the server will have a recommendation if we don’t find something that sounds tempting.”

  “Can I offer you wine?” As if on cue, the server appeared at her elbow.

  “I’d prefer water, thank you. Todd?”

  “Same. We were wondering if you had a recommendation or two?”

  “The chef’s specialty tonight is a lemon herb salmon with our chef’s signature rice and grilled vegetables. It’s truly superb.”

  Cara gave the server a curious glance. “Superb because you are told it is, or because you’ve had it?”

  “We’re allowed to arrive early and taste all of the new dishes any night we like. Anytime there is anything new, I taste it so I can recommend, or not on the rare occasion I don’t care for something.”

  “And what haven’t you liked?” Todd couldn’t resist asking.”

  “The escargot in cherry sauce did nothing for me. I don’t mind them in garlic sauce but the cherry just wasn’t um…” The man shrugged. “Some guests rave about it though.”

  “I think our taste buds must be in agreement.” Cara grimaced. “Thank you for your honesty.”

  Over the best salmon either of them had ever eaten, Todd and Cara discussed their respective companies, the current economy, the RMC’s latest symphony season, and their differences in religious upbringing. Todd’s parents had been conservative Mennonites, but Todd said he struggled with reconciling his past and his current understanding of Scripture.

  “It’s not that I’m anti-Christian. I’m not! I just don’t know where I fit since I know I don’t agree with pacifism, and I’m not interested in the agrarian life of the plain people.”

  “I thought plain referred to the Amish?”

  Todd laughed. “There aren’t as many differences between the Amish and Mennonite as you’d think. Not the conservative groups. Mennonites are more mission minded, but other than that…”

  “Electricity?”

  “Not my family. Not for frivolous reasons. A generator for different things but otherwise…”

  It was none of her business, but she couldn’t help asking, “Wow. How did a plain farmer end up in Rockland advertising?”

  “Went to college, took an aptitude test after my first semester, was told I would be good in sales but that I needed a creative outlet…and here I am.”

  “When did you meet Jonathan?”

  “He hired me just before he went to Atlanta. I showed up, didn’t know how to interview, was a mess really, and then Jonathan said, ‘I sell plungers. You have an hour to tell me how you’re going to get consumers to buy them. I’ll be back.’ Then, in an hour, I showed him my ideas and Jonathan hired me as an assistant to Curtis Brighton. I worked up to small accounts three years ago.”

  “Well, you’ve skipped medium and landed large. Derek loved your idea. He liked powering up and integrity. He also said that he liked Della’s ideas but that they were too similar to that popular donut commercial. He doesn’t want us to be a copycat.”

  “You know, once the ad airs, I’m likely to get a promotion. You guys were great for giving me a chance.”

  “Thank Jonathan. I asked for the best at the Rockland office, and in minutes, I had your number in my hands.”

  “How do you know Jonathan?” Todd had obviously wanted to ask the question all evening.

  “We met at a wedding a couple of weeks ago.” Cara didn’t feel like talking about her relationship with Jonathan.

  “He’s a good man. We’re expecting he’ll be back sometime in the next five years.”

  “Back? To do what?”

  “Take over the company. His uncle, Weston Lyman has been grooming him since childhood. He plans to step down sometime in the next five years. Once Jonathan decides he’s earned the position.”

  “How did you learn this?” Cara danced on the fine line between information and gossip, praying her steps stayed on the straight and narrow.

  “He told me. I guess Mr. Lyman wanted to retire five years ago, but Jonathan refused to take the helm until he’d worked his way up the ladder.” Todd laughed. “Of course, as Jonathan says, he got an expedited trip, but still, he could have had the company practically handed to him.”

  “Why not take it then?”

  “He thought the employees would respect him more if they could look at a track record of time invested learning what they do, how they do it, and why their ideas are good, bad, or indifferent.” Todd’s admiration almost oozed from every word.

  An almond-peach chiffon cake arrived, interrupting their discussion. Todd’s eyes questioned Cara, who shook her head. “Um, we didn’t order this…”

  “No, it was phoned in with a message.”

  “And who sent the message?” Cara thought she had a good idea.

  “The caller didn’t leave a name for you, but they said to tell you that the dessert is excellent, you’ll enjoy it, and congratulations on forming an excellent alliance.”

  As the server walked away, Todd and Cara said simultaneously, “Jonathan.”

  “He is a class act. If I manage to be half the man he is…”

  Cara nodded. “This world would be a perfect place if more men were half the man he is, but just being half the man you seem to be would make it a much better one.”

  “So, if I called and asked you out to dinner, a movie, a concert…” Todd watched her closely for some kind of indication of where things stood between her and Jonathan. “Would you even be free to accept an invitation like that?”

  “Technically, I suppose I would. Emotionally, however…”

  “He’s a lucky guy.”

  She grinned. “Thank you. If he ever becomes my arch enemy, I’ll know it’s just me.”

  “If he is ever stupid enough to get himself in that spot, I want to be the first to know. Meanwhile, I don’t suppose you have an identical twin, cousin, best friend?” As much of a joke as it was, there was a hint of honest longing in his voice.

  “I’m pretty sure my family would fall apart if they discovered more of me out there somewhere. They can barely handle the me they have, but thanks.”

  ~*~*~*~

  As Cara climbed into her car, she turned on her cellphone again and saw a text message from Jonathan. CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE DONE. EVEN IF IT IS LATE

  Cara’s finger hovered over his name on her contact list. Late. He’d said even if it was late. She punched the button, and he answered on first ring. “Jonathan, are you insane? It has to be midnight there.”

  “I was curious if you liked the dessert. It’s one of my favorites.”

  “Who would have thought peaches and almond would be so good? I like how they didn’t pulverize the fruit. Those super thin slices… oh, man. I have to learn how to make that.”

  “Did Derek make it?”

  His attempt at nonchalance failed, bringing a smile to her face. “No, and yes, I had a lovely time. We spent the entire evening talking about you, as a matter of fact.”

  “How did you like my little protégé?”

  Cara laughed. “Mr. Mennonite himself? I thought I’d
heard everything, but an ad agent as a former non-electrical Mennonite… what next?”

  “And did he ask you out again?”

  Jonathan’s insight amazed her at times. “No, but he would have if I hadn’t made it clear that I wouldn’t accept. How did you know?”

  “After you hung up, I realized that he was paying for the meal out of his own pocket. Delta has a list of approved restaurants for this kind of thing. Ascot isn’t one of them. If he took you guys there, he paid for it himself.”

  “But he invited Derek too.”

  “And Derek has shown himself too busy to deal with this stuff thus far. It was a calculated risk, but a smart one.”

  She jerked the wheel to avoid a large dead animal in the road. “Whoa. Almost hit that thing.” Lights flashed behind her. “I think I’d better go. I’m being pulled over.”

  “Stay on the line. I’ll wait until you’re done. I don’t like women being pulled over at this time of night—especially when they’re alone.”

  A female officer knocked on the window. Blushing, Cara punched the button and waited for it to roll down. “Sorry, officer, I’m still a bit shaken.”

  “You okay? Did your car hit it?”

  “No, I missed—barely, but I missed.”

  Cara offered her license, but the officer waved her on. “I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t hit it and were on your way off the loop. People do that and then end up surprised when they get stranded with a broken axle or something.”

  As the officer walked back to her car, Cara laughed at Jonathan. “Yep. Scary officers at night.”

  “I’d still feel better if I knew you’d wait to pull over in a more public area. The section between Rockland and Westbury is dead this time of night.”

  “Not on a Friday night!”

  Forced to concede her point, Jonathan asked about the rest of her evening. “So did you talk more about your plans for the department, or what?”

  “Nope. But, I did hear some of your office gossip. Apparently, the local office thinks you’re moving back to Rockland sometime in the next five years.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “Were you,” she said as calmly as she could muster, “planning on sharing any of that with me?”