by Katie Ford
I couldn’t help being proud of him. Everyone in the world should know how incredible he was. “He’s a man of many talents.”
Jill giggled with a sneaky smile on her face. “I bet.”
Rolling my eyes and laughing, I said, “Get your mind out of the gutter! Come on. I’ll show you my desk.”
At my desk, Jill looked around at the other engineers sitting at theirs. “Wow. I guess I just assumed there would be cubicles or something.”
Looking around, I agreed, “Totes! I did too!”
“This is nice.” She waved her arms in a loose zigzag motion. “It’s a cool community vibe.” Looking around, she asked, “Where is Theo’s desk?”
I pointed up to the glass windows. “Up there. He has his own office.”
“Oh yeah, of course. The CEO and all. That’s pretty cool though with the wrap around windows,” she remarked.
“Yep. He’s the eye in the sky. I mean, that’s what they call him,” I explained, starting to feel bashful for talking about my boyfriend so much.
“You and Theo seem to be spending a lot of time together now,” Jill said, picking up my hedgehog figurine on my desk. It was a cute little gift from Theo after I told him how much I loved the adorable creature.
I flushed. “We have.”
She fiddled with the hedgehog. “I feel like I haven’t really seen you, you know, outside of class.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. I’d been neglecting my best friend.
She put the hedgehog back down on my desk. “No, I get it. If I had a boyfriend, I would do the same thing.”
Not knowing what to say, I focused on tidying up my already neat desk. I had been spending more and more time at Theo’s.
She looked conflicted when she said, “I have something to tell you.”
When she hesitated, I said, “What? Is everything okay?” Worry crept into my chest.
Theo walked by just then. “Hey! Is this Jill?”
“Hi, Theo. Yep. This is Jill, my BFF!” I said.
Theo stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.”
Jill took his hand. “Great to meet you too.”
Theo looked at his watch anxiously. “I’ve got to run to a meeting, but maybe we can all go to lunch?”
Jill nodded agreeably. “Sounds good!”
“Awesome.” My face reddened as he kissed me on my cheek in front of Jill. “See you ladies later.”
When he was gone, I was dying to hear Jill’s news. I couldn’t wait one more second. “What is it you have to tell me?”
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked down again. “I’ve been seeing someone.”
“Omigod! Who? That’s fantastic!” My excitement boiled over any worry I had. My BFF had a boyfriend!
She cringed. “Roger.”
Clasping a hand to my open mouth, I cried, “Roger!”
She smiled bashfully. “We were together one night late at the lab, and can you believe it, he asked me for help. From there, we just started hanging out.”
I squealed. “That’s great!” I paused suddenly remember Roger’s cockiness. “He’s nice to you, right?”
She laughed. “He is! He’s pretty sweet if you get to know him.” She pointed at her shirt. “Look what he got me.” Her magenta colored shirt said, Turn it off. Then, turn it on again.
I laughed at the reference to the BBC show we both loved. “I was going to ask you about that shirt. I thought it was new!”
She nodded. “We’ve been binge watching The I.T. Crowd. So, yeah. I understand that you’ve been gone so much because you know, I get it,” she offered.
I was so happy for Jill. “I think it’s absolutely fab. I just hope Roger is treating you right.”
She took my hand. “He is. My worry is if Theo’s treating you right.” She giggled. “He is so much hotter in person!”
I grinned, remembering the first time I saw him. “That’s what I thought, too!” Looking at my friend, I said sincerely, “He is honestly a great guy.”
Mia’s face was etched with worried. “I want to believe you, but all the news stories about him…”
I shook my head thinking about how the media talked about him. “That was the old Theo. Theo isn’t like that anymore.”
Jill bit her lip. “Are you sure? Some of the stuff that I read. And the photos! I mean…” Her eyes popped open wide. “The photos!”
“He really isn’t like that anymore,” I insisted wanting my friend to not worry about Theo and me.
Jill put a hand on my shoulder. “Okay. I hope so. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that you care.”
“Just be careful,” Jill warned me again.
“Okay. I will. But don’t worry. Theo would never do anything to hurt me,” I answered, trying to reassure my friend that Theo was no threat to my happiness.
But maybe I was also trying to convince myself.
There was no reason for me to think that Theo was cheating on me or that there was another woman in the picture. We spent so much time together, but still, Jill’s concern planted a seed of doubt in my mind.
What if Theo couldn’t change? What if he went back to his old ways? What if he got tired of me and traded me in for another woman like he’d done with all the women before me?
Could I truly believe that he was a changed man and only cared for me?
Jill hugged me. “You look so upset now. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I faked a smile. “No, I understand that you’re just looking out for me.” Jill was a tender hearted person. Her concerns were coming from a good place.
She said kindly, “If Theo hasn’t done anything to make you doubt his feelings for you, then forget everything I said. I just want you to be happy.”
Hugging my friend back, I said, “Thank you.”
Pushing all the doubt out of my mind, I assured myself that Theo only had eyes for me. Fiddling with the diamond and ruby necklace Theo had given a couple weeks before, I smiled at my best friend, hoping Theo was as true to me as I believed him to be. Jill always had my back and she was just being cautious. Truly, there was nothing to worry about.
Chapter 14
Theo
The Board meeting was excruciating to sit through. Warren sat across from me with his eyes trained on my every movement. Every time it looked like I was going to implode, he gave me a stern look and raised his hands to stay me.
Warren, an old friend from college, lived on the same floor I did in the dorms. We became friends due to our mutual love for hip hop music. Blasting Souls of Mischief from my room with my door wide open had drawn him like a moth to a flame, and he popped his head in to see who I was.
We became instant friends from there on, trading mixtapes of E-40, Mob Deep, and Master P. Our musical tastes were eclectic, and we bonded over sharing knowledge of the underground hip hop that we’d found.
As our friendship grew, I showed him the project I was working on at the time, an early version of Pictogram. A business major, he’d been impressed by my endeavor and saw the money making potential right away. When Pictogram became official, Warren was the obvious choice as my COO, my right hand man.
For the last few months, Warren’s duties as COO had expanded to being my unofficial anger management coach. Being skewered by a bunch of old dudes, the Board, wasn’t my idea of fun. In my humble opinion, all the geezers on the Board were out of touch with today anyway, but Warren pushed my approval for each and every member.
As much as he tried to mollify my frustration with the annoying Board members, he also defended their actions. He balanced a delicate role as mediator between us. He had his reasons, backed up by research and financial analysis to why each member was valuable to Pictogram, but at that point, I just didn’t care anymore.
Why should I listen to octogenarians who didn’t even own smartphones?
Nonetheless, the Chairman of the Board, Lester Powell, sta
red down at me behind his thick bifocal glasses. In his gravelly voice, he declared, “We all think you’ve made incomprehensibly poor decisions as CEO. The naked photographs…” His face contorted into a mix between disgust and derision. “Orgies, Theo? Orgies?”
Gritting my teeth, I looked at Warren who shook his head at me silently begging me to stay quiet.
Lester sneered at me. “Your reputation as a womanizer, a man who partakes in orgies, is not helping the direction we want to take this company.” He was quiet for a moment. “You may not understand this, but people grow up. You may not have yet, but the Millennial generation are starting to get married and have children. Family friendly apps are the future.” Squinting his eyes, he said, “If we want Pictogram to be around in the future, then we need to prepare for it.”
Lester Powell was as old as dirt with a rotund belly. From the looks of him, he was on his last legs. From my vantage point, I suspected he hadn’t prepared for his own future with his poor health: diabetes, hypertension, and obesity. Of course, I kept these thoughts to myself.
The entire room was silent. No one moved while Lester continued his diatribe. He picked up a paper jam packed with charts and numbers. Reading from it, he said, “In a recent poll, 33% of users felt uncomfortable posting pics of their children on the same platform that is run by a CEO who has sexual orgies.”
The other members of the Board shook their heads in displeasure. No one would look me in the eye. I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “How did the other 67% feel about the photos?” I demanded.
“I hardly think that’s the point!” Lester insisted, slamming the paper down on the table.
“It’s a valid point.” I stood and snatched the paper up scanning the statistics. “The other 67% said they didn’t care.” I tossed the paper back down.
Walter, another Board member, said diplomatically, “Theodore, that is not the point. 33% of dissatisfied customers means that’s 33% of users that will not be using Pictogram any longer. User retention is important. Those numbers are not good.”
Sinking back in to my chair, I sighed. It wasn’t great, but 33% of unhappy users was hardly something to get frazzled about. Cocking my head at the paper, I maintained, “Those 33% of users stated they felt uncomfortable right now.” I jabbed my finger on the table. “This is not to say that these same users might forget about it in a couple of months and go back to using Pictogram.”
Lester scoffed. “Do you have a magic ball to assure us that will happen?”
I groaned loudly, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t, but we have new features that users will love. We have new and improved emojis exclusive to Pictogram, facial recognition…”
Walter cut me off. “Sooner or later other competing platforms will have those same features.”
Lester cleared his throat. “You need to change your image, Theo. That’s the only way. You need to be the stable family man our users can relate to.”
“I’ve tried. What more can I do? The media has their mind set that I’m this womanizing playboy,” I countered.
Walter broke in, “You could get married, Theodore. That would definitely signify to the public that you are truly a changed man.”
The other Board members nodded their heads in agreement.
Eugene Carter agreed heartily. “What a wonderful idea! Let’s take a vote!”
Jumping up, I shouted, “Let’s not take a vote on my marital status, please.”
Lester smiled for the first time since the meeting started. “Theo, it’s a perfect solution. If you get married, then you can develop a new image as a devoted husband, a family man.”
Warren nodded emphatically in agreement with Lester’s assessment. Eugene was smiling so big I was afraid his dentures were going to fall out. The rest of the Board members were one hundred percent behind the idea, staring back at me with outright approval on their faces. Slumping back in my chair, I thought it over with the entire room’s eyes on me.
Lester crossed his arms. “What do you say?”
The plan would kill two birds with one stone. I’d been thinking about asking Mia to marry me anyway. It was really just a matter of time before I did. If it was also a good business move, then why not?
Chapter 15
Mia
Jill’s words of caution still swam in my mind days after she’d visited Pictogram. Doubts about Theo’s true feelings for me plagued me terribly even though he had yet to betray me or give me any definitive sign that he was starting to become uninterested in me.
It was unfair for me to even consider Theo was capable of any betrayal. He was so sweet to me: giving me beautiful gifts and telling me how much I meant to him.
I berated myself for resorting to my old ways of being self-deprecating. Even as Marc Janow’s new spokesperson, there was an inkling of fear that I wasn’t good enough for Theo. It was stupid and unfounded. My logical brain knew that, but my emotions were bubbling over inside me. I cared for Theo so much. If he didn’t feel the same way, I would be devastated.
It wasn’t even the right time to be pondering all of this and using all my mental energy for negative thoughts. Theo needed me now more than ever. Today was the day the Board was taking a vote. All my focus needed to be reserved for supporting him, not drowning in speculative self-doubt.
When I got a message from Theo, I was at the front desk helping Amanda with one of her assignments. With her work ethic, she was really improving. In no time, she would be ready to transition from receptionist to programmer. I was so proud of her.
TheoW: GUESS WHAT?
MiAnonimo: What?!
TheoW: The Board is off my back! Giving me another chance!
MiAnonimo: AWESOME! I’m so happy!!!
TheoW: I’ve got some errands to run. Meet me at Spruce 6PM?
MiAnonimo: Of course! Can’t wait! <3
I let out a gigantic sigh of relief. Amanda, hard at work debugging her code, looked up from her screen. “Everything okay?”
“More than okay,” I said, looking over her shoulder at her screen.
She smiled. “You’ve been an incredible help to me. I know you’re so busy. Thank you for everything.”
“Of course. You did all the work. I barely helped you at all. You just need to have more confidence in yourself. You are a lot more capable than you give yourself credit for,” I pointed out.
Ironic. I was giving advice that I needed to badly take myself.
Eunice and Sophie walked by. “Hey guys! What are you up to?” I asked.
“We’re heading to the woodshop.” Sophie held up an adorable little wooden robot. “Eunice wants me to show her how I made this little guy.”
“That’s too cute. Can I come?” I asked thinking that silly wooden robot would make a nice gift for Theo. It wasn’t a million-dollar necklace, but the thought would count.
Eunice beamed, “Of course! Amanda, do you want to come, too?”
Amanda looked up from her screen. “I’ve got to turn this assignment in, but definitely next time.”
My little work girl squad of Eunice, Sophie, and Amanda was a great comfort to me. Aside from Jill, I didn’t have any close girl friends who were in tech. Mostly because there just weren’t many female computer engineers in general. I hoped that one day with the programs like my Women’s Initiative that would change.
In the woodworking shop, my mind focused on Sophie’s instructions and let go of all my worries about Theo’s affection for me. I reminded myself that I was going to see him later that night to celebrate. He could spend tonight with anyone, but he chose me.
All my focus poured into cutting my wooden cubes, cuboids, and a little rectangle panel exactly. I cut the rectangle panel into six buttons and glued them on the robot’s body. Instead of scratching 123 and ABC onto mine like Sophie and Eunice’s robots, I opted for ILO and VEU. Right above the buttons, on the robot’s chest, I drew in a little heart with a red marker.
We drilled holes into the blocks and threaded cotton str
ing through, connecting all the parts of the robot: one cuboid head, one cuboid body, two cube arms, and two cube legs. I drew in large brown eyes and a cute smile. On the back, I wrote, “To Theo. Love, Mia.”
Back at the office, Amanda had a little box for me to put my wooden robot in. It was just a silly little toy robot, but it was exciting to give something to Theo that was made with physical materials. As a programmer, most of my work was not tangible, nothing I could actually hold. But, my toy robot was special, truly made from my heart, and a tangible token of my feelings.
Using my key, I hurried into Theo’s house. It was already five o’clock. Upstairs, I browsed through my clothes hanging in the new walk in closet Theo had arranged to be installed for me.
Marc Janow had sent over designs for the next season ahead of time. I decided on a tulle cocktail dress that was embellished with gold and copper sequins, beads, and a fun flirty hem with feathers.
When I drove up to Spruce, it was dark inside and looked less busy than it usually was. Handing my keys to the valet, I asked, “Are they still open?”
The valet politely answered, “They are open for you, ma’am.”
Grabbing my clutch and the box with the toy robot inside, I laughed at his comment and headed inside, uncertain as to what he really meant by it. The restaurant was completely empty. The lights were dimmed and candles were arranged throughout the the establishment in a spectacular display.
