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Friday, June 25, 1971
"Adriana!" I thought.
"Shhh," she was telling someone else. "It's him."
"Adriana?" I thought again.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "Can I help you?" I could hear the giggles in the background.
"What can you tell me about these 'guys' I'm supposed to be meeting?" I asked. "You know. Charlie and Lee?"
The giggles erupted into gales of laughter. Judging from the number of different laughs, I quickly figured out that Vickie must be connected to her as well. Along with who knows who else?
"Well, first, they're not guys," she managed to think to me over her own laughter, "and second, you didn't say that they couldn't be women, you just asked for the best fit for the company. And I did have Vickie check them out."
I realized that my pissy attitude was the problem here. Adriana had done exactly as I had requested. I couldn't help it. I chuckled out loud at their mirth. I had the sense to know when I had been set-up.
"Thank you, Adriana," I thought. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to work. And if you would, please remind my other redheaded assistant that I will be paying some particularly painful attention to her cute little derrière when I get back!"
I could feel Vickie's libido start to soar as I cut the connection. Then rising to my feet, I turned to face my new public relations firm.
It was one of those really awkward moments. They stood there with their briefcases in one hand and the free Twin Springs bags, full of their recently removed clothing, in the other hand as they awaited acknowledgment that I was the 'Mr. Wagner' they were seeking.
What made it worse was that I had perfunctorily extended my hand to shake theirs, which obviously, were already full. Another factor that added to the awkwardness was that my own pissy attitude had suddenly evaporated, all but forgotten as I stared at the two naked women standing before me, in only their pumps. It also didn't help when I felt Little Mike rising to greet them, offering them his best salute. Then the final straw was that I could tell by the look on their faces, without even scanning, that I was not what they were expecting either.
"Vickie," I thought, letting the awkwardness continue long enough to figure out how to handle this.
"Yes, sir?"
"Would you tell my other redheaded assistant to be sure to buy two paddles, one for each of you?" I thought to her as I realized that Adriana had also not informed Charli and Leah that they would be meeting a teenager.
There was laughter and giggling all over the background.
"Michael?" Vickie asked. "Would you leave us connected? We want to hear what happens. Please?"
I smiled as I realized that women were naturally curious creatures and if I didn't leave them connected now, I'd just have to replay the whole thing for them later. Pushing their connection to the back of my brain, I returned my attention to Charli and Leah.
"Forgive me," I told the two women in front of me, dropping the hand I had extended. "It seems we have both been ... er, set-up."
"You're Michael Wagner?" Leah asked incredulously. I figured it was Leah that spoke because her last name matched her classic Japanese features. She was gorgeous. Leah Ahn was not tall, but she was beautifully proportioned in the truly classical sense. Born in an internment camp in Pomona, California in 1943, the twenty-eight year old had graduated five years ago from UCLA with dual degrees in Journalism and Public Relations.
"That's the name I usually sign on the bottom of the check," I answered honestly.
"Please forgive our surprise," Charli said. "We were expecting someone much older."
"No apologies are necessary," I replied. "I too was expecting someone else. Someone much uglier."
I wasn't really surprised to find that the two women were lovers, but I was surprised to find that they were in love with each other as well.
Quickly, I continued.
"As I said, it appears my assistants thought they might derive some small satisfaction in surprising all of us. I can assure you that they will be made to pay for their little indiscretion later." The chatter in the back of my brain increased, so I quickly warned them to hold it down or risk losing the connection.
"I'll say. They didn't even bother to tell us that we'd be meeting at a nudist colony," Charli added. "Much less that we'd be meeting with a teenaged boy ... uh, young man, I mean."
Charlene 'Charli' Adkins suddenly choked on her words as she realized what she had called me. Born and raised in the small town of Clermont, Florida, Charlene was the youngest of four girls, to parents who had kept having babies because her daddy had wanted a boy. After a troubled pregnancy and delivery, they finally decided not to risk trying again, so Charlene became Charli and her daddy's little tom-boy. To this day, he still liked to tease about her prom dress being the first dress she ever wore.
Charli had attended Lake-Sumter Community College for two years, before transferring to the University of Central Florida, where she completed her degree in Psychology. Unsure what to do with her degree, she eventually ended up at Michigan State in their acclaimed post-graduate school for industrial and organizational psychology. It was there that she began to realize that the biggest hurdle most companies faced was usually rooted in the public's perception of them. So she dedicated her Doctoral work to the newly emerging field of public relations. And where better than at the University of California, Los Angeles.
It was there that the two girls met, while working at the Denny's on Tiverton Avenue while they attended school. They soon became friends, lovers, roommates, and eventually partners in the first totally female-owned public relations firm in New York, some five years ago. Charli had actually called on my grandfather, Michael Wagner, Senior, some years ago when they were getting started. It was him that they expected to be meeting with.
The thirty-three year old brunette from Florida blushed all the way to the tops of her round, and apparently firm breasts, since I could detect no sag in the luscious orbs. I decided to risk studying her prominent nipples while she had her head bowed in embarrassment.
"For a public relations firm, I'd say we've really fucked this one up," Leah suddenly intoned, as she rose to leave. "I think it's time we left, Charli. Mr. Wagner, we're sorry we intruded on your ... er, leisure. You won't have to worry about reimbursing us for our travel, either."
I studied the Japanese beauty up and down as she stood there, poised to leave. She was mentally cursing herself because they had not had adequate time to gather their normal pre-meeting intel, or to get prepared. The considerable expense of getting all the way out here on short notice was a major 'ouch' on their strained cash flow situation right now.
"Please, Miss Ahn," I said regretfully. For I really was enjoying the view. "As much as I love the fact that you're standing in front of me like that, I don't want you to leave unhappy. Why don't you have a seat and let me decide whether you've blown it."
Leah blushed as she remembered she was at a business meeting, with a teenaged male, and without her clothes. Looking from me to her partner and back again, it took her a few moments to decide whether to stay or to run away. Finally, she resumed her seat. But she couldn't seem to get away from the fact that she was exposing herself to a client who was obviously excited by looking at her. That and the fact that she and her partner had evidently wasted two whole days, not to mention the cost of the travel expenses, had her emotions in turmoil.
"Let me first say that I understand how busy you must be and the sacrifices you made to drop everything and fly out to Colorado on a moment's notice. I will instruct my office to expect your bill for two days of consultation plus reasonable travel expenses," I said.
I could sense Leah relaxing somewhat at my pronouncement, but she was still unsettled by my obvious attraction to her naked body. Meanwhile, Charli just stared at me, unsure what to say after the 'boy' remark. Clearly, this was not what she expected from me. And the fact that I was visibly aroused by her partner and lover should have made her jealous, or at least angry. But for some reason, she felt proud of Leah. Finally, she regained enough of her composure to speak.
"That's very generous of you, Mr. Wagner," Charli began. "We're normally better prepared for meeting a new client. However, it was late when we got the message from your assistant and we had to catch an early flight."
"Let me assure you," I told her. "I really do understand. Like I said, I am appreciative that you came all the way out here to meet me on such short notice. Why don't I begin with what I think I need, for now?"
"Please do, Mr. Wagner," Leah said.
"First, let's dispense with the 'Mr. Wagner' stuff. My name is Michael, and since I think we're going to be working together, I'd like to address you by your first names as well. Okay?"
"Whatever you'd like, er, Michael," Charli replied. I knew as soon as she said it that it was instinctive, and that she couldn't help the condescending tone in her voice. What is it with older girls and younger guys? She may think she was twice my age, but the reality was vastly opposite. I reminded myself not to go there. Still, I felt my anger stir slightly. I had already overlooked her calling me a boy. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, counting to ten as I did.
"Please, Michael," Adriana said, "give them a chance. They're under a lot of pressure. They have not been able to break through the stigma of being females in a male dominated market yet, and they're struggling to keep their small firm afloat. But I know that they can be good if you'll just give them a chance," Adriana thought to me.
I scanned Leah. Adriana was right. They were struggling to make their small firm grow. Even after five years, it was rough sledding in the male dominated world of Wall Street and Madison Ave. And the idea of using a public relations firm, which had gained credence during Kennedy's run for the White House, was still in its infancy.
Trusting in Adriana's judgment, I decided to give them that chance.
"Next week, with the reading of my grandfather's will, I'll take over the reins of Wagner Industries. That in itself is another public relations issue we can discuss with your firm later, depending on the outcome of how you handle what has happened here," I explained.
"What has happened here?" Charli asked.
I explained how Anna and I had discovered the lost gold in the cave not far from here, giving them all the details I could without getting into specifics.
"That's quite some story," Leah said. "Where is the gold now, and what do you intend to do with it?"
I explained that it was currently secured here at the ranch, with plans for transferring it to a vault in Denver, later this afternoon.
"It sounds like you have everything taken care of. What do you need us for?" Leah asked.
"Is that a trick question?" I asked Leah. I was confused because I thought it obvious. I knew it would soon be, if not mandatory, at least highly preferable to have situations like this handled by Public Relations.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to be," Leah replied. "I just don't see why you need a firm like ours to handle an announcement that you've discovered lost gold."
"The story, Leah," I told her. "How your firm handles the story while limiting either Anna's exposure or mine. That's what I would like to hire you for. It's an historic find and I'm sure a lot of people will be interested. There may even be some legal claims for the gold as a result of going public. I have attorneys for that, by-the-way. But the find has historical importance in that it probably came from one of the earliest gold discoveries in Colorado." I then filled them in on what the local newspaper guy had said about one of the bars possibly already being on display in a museum in Denver
Charli looked at Leah for a moment before turning back to face me. With a hard look in her eyes, she asked her next question.
"This sounds like something a local Denver firm could have handled. I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Wag ... er, Michael, but what are you trying to hide?"
I'll have to hand it to them, they were sharp. My eyes never left theirs as I thought about how to proceed from here.
"Catherine?" I thought. "Are you where we can talk?"
"I'm sitting in my office with Adriana, Vickie, Grace, Nicky, Amy, and Shelly," she replied. Shelly was Mable's daughter. And if Nicky and Amy had their way, the Foundation's newest employee.
"Oh, and David and Beth are here, too," she added.
"Don't forget that Kalani, Ileana, Rose, Eve, Narvenia, Hanna, and Alice are on their way up," Vickie chimed in. "And Izzy, Abby, Deedee, and Karla will be here shortly. Then we're all going shopping."
"Where are Kathy Lynn and Sunny?" I asked out of curiosity, as I scanned for them. I found them at Seven Oaks, even as Vickie answered.
"They're at home. Kathy Lynn wanted some time with her daughter. She's afraid all the changes lately have been a little too much for Sunny," she told me.
"C'mon, Charli," Leah said suddenly. "I don't like this. There's something he's not telling us and I've been blindsided enough for one day."
"Wait," I said emphatically as the two women stood to leave.
"Don't let them leave!" Catherine thought to me at the same time.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wagner, but if you are trying to hire us to protect you, then we need to know what you don't want known. If you're uncomfortable sharing that with us, then ... well, we'd just be setting you and ourselves up for failure," Charli explained.
"Would you like to see the gold?" I asked suddenly.
Charli and Leah looked at each other before Leah finally said, "Okay."
"Anna? Could you meet us at the tool shed?" I thought.
"I'm on my way there now. The security company just arrived with the armored cars," she replied.
"See you in a minute," I thought back. "With company."
"Ladies," I said as I stood. "If you'll follow me." Grabbing my sword, I led them back through the Dining Room and down the trail towards the Main House. The tool shed was behind the Main House. As we walked, I talked with Catherine and the girls, gathering a consensus on whether to tell the two public relations women my story. Of course their big question was whether either or both of the two women had been able to hear my thoughts. I happily reported that they had not.
By the time we reached the Main House, I had resigned myself to the inevitable. I dreaded trying to explain my special connections to people who did not understand those connections.
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