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Shanghai Chronicles part 1 - The Gurlz pact of 2015
The year was 2015 and I had just moved to Shanghai, China. Everyone I
knew including me thought China was this place out of the Kung Fu movies,
but it turned out to be no different from a Dubai, New York or a
Singapore in reality it was even more shinny and new. At first impression
I thought I was in a sci-fi movie, and this was the city of the future.
Work wise China was booming and the money was good. Those expats who knew
of this secret place were moving in from world over for high positions,
with fancy titles, higher salaries and even better perks.
My story of feeling I belong to the other gender is no different from
many others, started when I was a child hid it all along and was now 28
years old. I had made my peace with my situation and decided to go with
the flow.
I worked in an advertising agency and the work was fast paced with high
pressure. Today we had gathered early in morning to review the
presentation with our new CEO who had come from a sister agency and lead
the entire group. She was called the Queen, she had an edgy sense of
fashion, not the pretty floral kind. She loved Kenzo and flew down to
Tokyo for her shopping. Her attitude was a mirror to Miranda from devil
wears Prada.
We started presenting to her the deck which we thought was in great
shape. She listened to us without uttering a word. Once done she took a
pause and then all hell broke. She was calm and precise she shredded the
entire presentation, amazingly everything she said made sense. She ended
by saying you are good students and have done the job but it's not good
enough. I want brilliant and not' generic'. Then asked sternly, does
anyone have anything to say in their defence. As if we were in a court
room. No one replied and she ended by saying let's review in 2 weeks and
then she was gone.
There was panic in the room, our boss was having a nervous breakdown and
rest of us were really scared. That is when I decided to take the
initiative and offered to work on the prestation to build the narrative
on which we can all give our feedback and make it work. My only request
was to have someone junior to help me. My boss agreed and asked Chantelle
to help me. The name sounds French, but Chantelle was Chinese. She
picked the name herself like most Chinese, her English name since they
think the Chinese name would be difficult to pronounce.
Chantelle looked wild to me with her platinum-coloured hair, pierced nose
and belly button, she wore a white top with her cleavage and naval
showing (Not common for Chinese girls), and of course high heels from
Jimmy Choo or Salvatore. We agreed to meet at the restaurant in the
French concession.
Now a bit about me, I stand at 5'9, not very broad nor very thin, neither
rugged nor feminine, the girls in my team would put me as a decent
looking guy with whom everyone felt comfortable working.
Chantelle and I started working on the presentation sometime in the
afternoon while drinking some red wine. By 8 PM we were happy with the
progress we had made and continued to chat as we enjoyed each other's
company. I was a senior associate in the office and she an ambitious mid-
level manager.
Soon we were on our second bottle and giggling away when she made a
remark, "I enjoy my time with you as I feel I am with my girlfriend and
not my boss." For a moment I froze but eased out as I knew there was no
way she could tell. I decided to play along. I answered back with, "Shall
we discuss our look for the upcoming review with Queen," and we giggled
as we talked more on this topic. Finally, she suggested we wear those
twin T-shirts for the presentation, and I reminded her that I was her
boss, and the company would not get the joke behind it. Plus, it was a
tense presentation not the place for light-hearted stuff. That was the
end of that topic, so I thought. Few moments later while we were again
discussing the presentation, she interrupted me and said she had an idea!
We wear what no one can see! and I replied yes, an invisible shield that
protects us from the Queen. She replied no babes! we were going to wear
the same Lingerie!!!
While secretly I liked the idea, I just mocked it and let the talk fizzle
out. Soon we were ready to leave, gave a hug and said bye babes followed
by drunk giggles!
Rest of the week went in a flash; the days were hectic and with no
mention of that girly night.
Soon we were ready with the deck but were nervous at the same time.
Stress was all around as no one sure of what was going to happen in the
review.
The time was set and true to Queen's style it was set for 5 AM on a
Saturday! That was because she was in Tokyo attending the Fashion week
and the morning was the time she had dedicated to work.
By Friday 10 PM we were done, and all decided to leave to get some rest
before we either get slaughtered or go to heaven. Chantelle and I decided
to leave the office together as our homes were in the same vicinity.
While in the cab she turned to me with a cheeky smile and said babes time
to honour our pact. I brushed it aside joking about it and ending with,
"It's too late to do anything."
But she was ready and pulled out from her bag a small packet, said I need
to wear this superpower for the meeting tomorrow, with that she got off
from the cab.
I reached home and opened the package; it had a black lace no show thong
panty with delicate floral lace and no coverage at the back. Also in the
pack was a black Cami with delicate lace trim, a V-neckline and elegant
straight back.
I was excited yet worried at the same time. While this appealed to my
feminine persona it also was opening me up in the office. Thousands of
thoughts crossed my mind with multiple what if scenario's. In the end I
figured no one could possibly know and the potential of things going
wrong were very little. So, I would wear them.
Next morning, I quickly wore them on, the panties felt sensual and
vulnerable with an open back, I loved the feeling! I wore a thick shirt
and cotton trousers, checked myself in the mirror for any tell tales and
was ready to go.
Once at the office we were all focused yet anxious, waiting for Queen to
dial in, our boss got a call that B was running 10 minutes late. Some
rushed to get coffees while me and Chantelle headed to the washroom. On
the way Chantelle gave me the knowing look while on the way back
whispered, "Go get them gurl."
The meeting started, we presented well and now waited for Queen to
destroy us. There was silence in the room, my boss looked nervous, and
rest of the team were petrified. Queen started with her feedback. This
time her tone was positive, and she broke the silence with, "I love the
work girls' and then quickly corrected herself by adding my name.
Everyone laughed, Chantelle gave me the look and the atmosphere became
light. Queen had some constructive suggestion which we agreed to act on
and have it ready for the big day which was in few days' times.
The call ended and we felt load of pressure evaporate. There were high
fives all around and we decided to call it a day. Quickly everyone was
out of the door given it was not even 8 AM. Boss said get some rest and
see you all on Monday.
Chantelle and I decided to take a ride back together. We appreciated the
effort and talked about the work and how Queen loved it. Chantelle gave
me a peak to her panties and I responded with mine, with done giggled and
shouted, "Have no fear the wonder girls are here." The cab driver looked
amused at our shouting but understood nothing since it was not in
Chinese. We agreed to meet up later in night to celebrate with some
sparkling wine.
I got home stripped to my panties and Cami and went straight to the bed.
Later in the evening got ready and decided to wear the set again. Wore a
pair of jeans and a lose round neck t-shirt.
We decided to meet at a wine bar in the former French concession, which
is in Shanghai's downtown, the architecture is old French with houses
turned into bars and restaurant. Mostly visited by the Expats and
cosmopolitan Chinese. The French concession is dotted and surrounded by
tall skyscrapers creating a unique blend of the old and the new.
Chantelle was already there; she was wearing a dress with a low neck and
had a very bohemian look. She leaned forward to give me glimpse of the
Cami set and I did the same. We giggled and called for 2 bottles of
sparkling wine.
The evening continued with a free-flowing conversation, Chantelle knew
many people and she continued to introduce me to them. Around 11 PM the
talk turned to the morning presentation and our superpower. We both
agreed that we must do this more, and I suggested we make a pact that for
every such meeting we will bring on our gurlz superpower. She added that
each time it must be a different superpower.
We toasted to it and called it our Gurlz pact of 2015.
Next few weeks were busy and not much happened, I bumped into Chantelle
few times, but we never brought up the pact. Maybe she saw me as a senior
or I gave the embarrassed vibe. The pitch went well, I was one of the
presenter and Chantelle moved on to other projects. We both worked in
deferent teams with little chance of working together.
All changed in November when the pitch for a luxury fashion and beauty
pitch was announced. To my delight Chantelle was put in the team while I
was asked to lead this pitch. The work was hectic and there was little
time for the girly night outs we had on the previous pitch. I tried to
manoeuvre into working together but had to always include some other
people to my disappointment.
Until it was time for the Queen's review, going by our experience we knew
it was going to be tough. However, we were ready this time. The review
was set for Friday afternoon, and we are ready with the deck by Thursday
noon. I left enough time for an evening catch up to renew our Gurls pact.
Just before we were to head out Queen called in to say she had a personal
emergency and would not be able to review on Friday. She suggested we
email her the deck for feedback. I was relieved but my hopes of renewing
the pact were dashed.
For the final presentation I was sure Chantelle was not going to present
as she was not going to be in the working team if we did win the pitch.
On the final rehearsal the Queen made an observation, she felt we came
across solid but safe. Which was good but the people in room would be
looking for some flair. We needed to bring in people who came across
passionate about the category. Chantelle fit the bill with her platinum
hair and fashionable personality. I thought it was bit shallow to pick
someone on how they looked but ultimately, we were in the business of
selling. What you see is what you buy!
I was tasked with getting Chantelle up to task and preparing her for next
few days presentation. I wondered where all this was heading. Were these
happy coincidences or was there a pattern forming!
We caught up at our favourite wine place, the tone this time was serious
and there was no mention of the pact. Chantelle was nervous given her
last minute inclusion and I did not want to give her the feeling I did
this for the pact.
We ended the night satisfied and decided to walk home since we were
getting no cabs. While walking Chantelle give me a slight should push
exclaimed common gurl don't try and get away, this is your turn! I did it
last time! I had no answer because I had not thought beyond bringing it
up.
I meekly suggested doing the same as before to which she replied
'Lazyyy'. I said it too last minute and I have nothing at my end. I
promised that this time she comes up with an idea and for the next 2
times I will do it. She was enjoying it, said it can't be so easy, so how
about I give you two difficult choices and you got to pick one. I was
like wow you are giving me a choice it can't get any easier. She then
said here is the catch, you cannot refuse them you have to pick one and
go with it. There is no option of backing off!
I went with the flow; on one side I was not sure where it was heading and
on the other I was intrigued by the possibilities. I said bring it on
gurl!
She said, "Eye liner or perfume?"
I took a pause both were not not invisible options while the eye liner
was totally out of question I thought the perfume would be easy. After
all, in 2015 the Chinese looked down on perfumes and preferred to flaunt
their own body fragrance or smell. Perfumes were associated with
foreigners, and no one would know what I was wearing. I went for the
perfume.
She replied I knew it! You are going to be wearing Chanel No 19, I will
bring it tomorrow morning. With that she said goodnight and left. I
reached home searched it up, after all Chanel was super feminine and
distinct!
N?19 Eau de Parfum, Floral-woody-green, a white and green floral harmony.
A unique blend of light-heartedness and sophistication.
And so it went...
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