let go to get something I wanted more,” Chas admitted. He opened one fist, imitating releasing the company and closed the other fist, pressing it to his chest over his heart.
“Jacie,” Bastien said, knowing exactly what he meant by that pantomime. Jacie was Chas’s wife. But that simple word didn’t come close to describing all that she was to him. Chas never actually used the words soul mate, but he didn’t have to. Anyone who ever saw them together could easily recognize the depth of feeling he had for her.
“When I met her, everything changed, including my priorities. I met her, hired her then married her. A year later, we started having kids. Next thing I knew, being up here twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week wasn’t all that important to me anymore.”
Bastien was almost envious of the spring in Chas’s step as he and Jacie, the office manager, walked out hand in hand at the end of each day. Like two teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other, they left the cares of CT Inspectorate behind them while Bastien remained behind to be the good company man that Chas used to be.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Chas tried to clear up a wrong impression. “I love the work. I can even tolerate making money.”
“Tolerate? Who are you trying to fool? The Thibeadaux family wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves if we couldn’t make money.”
“Now you’re sounding like G-Paw,” Chas accused him.
“He raised you. He must have beaten that into your thick skull, too.”
“I’m not saying that he didn’t. Just don’t lose perspective. Don’t let the job make you miserable. When it gets to be like that, it’s not a job anymore. It’s a prison.”
“Yeah? Well, thanks for the advice, cousain. ”
“I know what you’re thinking. Only worth two cents. I’m willing to back up my words with action. If you need anything from me, anything at all to make sure you get what you need, you know Jacie and me have got your back.”
“I appreciate the offer. But you’ve got enough on your plate. Let me handle my business. You don’t need to babysit me.”
Chas got up to pour himself a cup of coffee from the six-cup brewer that Bastien kept in his office.
“Texas. Louisiana. Oklahoma. Those are your territories, Bastien. You run it the way you want and don’t take no lip from that old man or from Remy. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how he’s been ridin’ you, too.”
“It’s no secret that my division has had some screwups up in here lately. Everybody thinks that I’m not cutting it.”
“Don’t get down on yourself, Bastien. Nobody who knows you thinks that. Those accidents weren’t your fault.”
“Maybe not my fault but my responsibility. Four accidents in four months. Come on now, Chas. How can I justify that? I’m not liking those numbers and neither is G-Paw.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Chas issued a challenge.
“I’m thinking about bringing in a consultant.”
Chas made a face at Bastien’s response, then tried to play it off as if he were dissatisfied with the coffee. “What kind of consultant?”
“Health, safety and environmental. Solly Greenwood recommended her.”
“Her?” There was genuine intrigue in Chas’s question.
“Yeah, her,” Bastien said, emphasizing her gender. “Her name’s Phaedra Burke-Carter.”
“Of the Houston Burke-Carters?”
“You know them?”
“I know them. They’re a very powerful family.”
“Worth the money?” That’s what it all boiled down to for Bastien.
“Depends on who you ask. One thing I can say for certain, if you’re dealing with a Burke-Carter, you’d better bring your A game. When it comes to making their money, just like G-Paw, those people don’t play. They’re dead serious about making sure that their name stays spotless. If you’re going to work with her, be up front about what you expect and get everything in writing. That’ll protect you both.”
“I already told her that she didn’t have to sign a nondisclosure agreement,” Bastien confessed.
“Oooh, rookie mistake.” Chas laughed at him. He didn’t seem too concerned that Bastien had already disregarded his first bit of advice. “There’s still time to correct that. When’s your first meeting with her?”
“I set up a consult for this Thursday.”
“That soon? You don’t waste time.”
“I don’t have time to sit around and wait for Remy to fire me because I can’t get the work done.”
“Nobody’s going to fire you, Bastien,” Chas assured him.
“Okay, then. Replace me. Or demote me. I’m not gonna let that happen, either.”
“What makes you think she can help you?”
“She’s got credentials coming out of her ears. Her client list reads like a roll call for the Fortune 500.”
“She sounds expensive. You’ve got the budget to bring in outside expertise?”
“You mean after Remy blew it on detailing the van? Nope. So, I had to get creative. The first consult is free.”
“How’d you manage that? You ain’t that smooth of a talker. How did you manage to get on her schedule?”
“Turns out we went to school together. Here, take a look.”
Bastien pulled the college annual from the drawer and flipped to the page that he’d marked with Phaedra’s business card.
“Hmm…interesting,” Chas said, barely managing to keep his expression neutral.
“That’s not the way she looks today,” Bastien said. He swung the computer monitor around and pulled up her Web site.
This time, Chas gave a low whistle of admiration under his breath.
“Hey, cut that out! You’re a married man!”
“Blissfully married,” Chas affirmed. “But I ain’t blind! And I know you aren’t either. Don’t let that business suit fool you, Bastien,” he said, tapping the monitor. “That woman’s got it going on. I’ll bet she knows it, too, and can use it to her advantage. Don’t let her distract you from taking care of your business, Bastien. A woman like that can twist a man’s head clean around.”
“Do I look like I have time for that, Chas?” Bastien made a sweeping gesture, pointing to the stacks of paperwork on this desk.
Again, Chas laughed at him, pricking Bastien’s pride.
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