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the heir apparent by juleshg

26 Sep

“Have your earrings back.  Will bring them tmrw.  Flght lands @ 3”

June read the text quickly and smiled before slipping her phone back into her handbag.  Usually she ignored incoming messages when she was on a lunch date – after all the chime of a cell phone did not give one the permission to dispense with good manners – but she had been rather anxious to hear from Iain.

“Good news?” Marcy asked from across the table.

“Sorry, dear.  It was a message from my son Iain.  He had to fly to Chicago on short notice.  He wanted to let me know he would be home tomorrow.”  June smiled and nodded at her purse which lay on the table.  “I must admit that I never believed I would use text messaging.  But, Ian insisted on showing me how it worked and it has proved to be quite convenient.”

“I am very impressed.  My mother doesn’t even have a cell phone,” Marcy said closing her menu and looking up at June.  “It sounds like you and Iain have a wonderful relationship.  Have you always been close?”

“Iain’s father died when he was quite young so for a few years it was just him and me.  When he was a teenager I re-married and he pulled back a bit but we have always stayed in touch.”  June made it a habit to be vague about her background when she was with new people. It was hard to explain to explain four marriages in twenty-five years without sounding like gold-digger.   To some, she was a widow and a divorcee several times over but in her own mind June was a business woman: pure and simple.

She looked at Marcy and saw herself twenty years ago.  Marcy had sought her out at a yoga class a few months back and the two women became fast friends.  On several occasions, June would return from a lunch date and tell her husband Stanley how Marcy would be the perfect match for Iain.  At the time her son was living with Emma Stone but June knew that relationship would never last.  She may be the granddaughter of the successful Marcus Stone, her son’s mentor, but Emma was not cut out to be Iain’s wife.

Emma was a weak, timid, little woman who carried around that small, ugly dog as a security blanket.  Not willing to waste time waiting for Iain to see sense on his own, June set up a dinner party with both Iain and Marcy one weekend when Emma was out-of-town.  She had invited two other couples so her intentions were not painfully obvious but she had no doubt that both Marcy and Iain knew what she was up to.

The dinner had not turned out the way June had expected.  Iain was reserved and sullen.  Apparently Marcy worked as an administrative assistant in Iain’s office and her son was convinced that Marcy’s newfound relationship with June was no co-incidence.  “She is using you to get to me mother.  I think she sees me as her ticket out of the secretarial pool.”

Iain had demanded that his mother cut off ties with Marcy but June only smiled and changed the subject.  If this were true, if Marcy had orchestrated the entire relationship with June to get to her son, then perhaps the younger woman was more like June than she had previously thought: a kindred spirit.  Emma Stone did not have the wherewithal to get things done.   Clearly a woman like Marcy had some potential.

June smiled and looked up at Marcy imagining her wearing the pearl earrings she had sent Iain to retrieve.

successful mergers by pheonix.writing

19 Sep

“Can you give me five minutes?”  Iain sighed as he heard Emma’s voice coming through the intercom.   “I am just finishing off an e-mail to Chris about the quarterly reports then I will be right out.  Perhaps Mr. Sommers would like a coffee.”

The grey-haired lady with the pinched face looked up at Iain and pointed to the leather chair in the waiting area beside him.  “It appears that Ms. Stone is running a little late this afternoon.  If you take a seat I will get you a coffee if you would like.  I am sure it won’t be long.”

Iain unbuttoned his jacket and sat down in the chair laying his briefcase on the small table beside him.  “Coffee would be lovely.  Black, please.”  While he had just finished his third cup of coffee on the way over, Iain could not imagine sitting there for five minutes under the watchful eye of Emma’s new assistant. If it was not for his mother – whose disapproving gaze could easily put this woman to shame – he would have left without even seeing Emma.

His mother was the one who had insisted he take the flight to Chicago in the first place.  He had wanted to call Emma but his mother had vetoed that idea immediately.  “These things must be handled delicately.  You have already made enough of a mess out of this situation.  Let’s not make it worst.”

The directive had come when he returned from a two-week trip to Europe and announced that he and Emma had split up.  “You did what?” she asked when he told her the story.

“I broke up with her.  We were sitting in the cafe in France taking a quick break and watching people walk by.  There was this one couple that was holding hands and laughing as they made their way up the street.  They were tourists, you could tell by their clothes and the huge camera hanging around his neck.  Anyway, the man stopped for a minute then leaned over to whisper something in the woman’s ear.  She laughed and he put his arms around her and they just stood there holding each other for a few moments before they kept walking.”

Iain took a deep breath before continuing.  He knew his mother would never understand how he felt.  Since his father passed away twenty-five years ago his mother had made her way through a series of marriages, each husband slightly more wealthy and successful than the last.  June Watkins did not believe in romance.  She believed in practicalities and marrying well.  Until that moment in Paris he had thought that he felt the same way.  It was why he had approached Emma Stone in the first place.

“It is hard to explain Mother.  This couple just seemed so at home with each other, so comfortable that it did not seem to matter what city or what country they were in.  They just wanted to be together,” he sighed knowing that he was doing a poor job of explaining such a pivotal moment in his life.   “I looked over at Emma and realized that I had never felt that way with her and I never would.   Before I knew what I was doing, I was breaking up with her.”

His mother remained silent on the other side of the line and Iain closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable disappointment in her voice.  “Iain, dear, that is all well and good but one cannot just leave a relationship without any thought.”

“Mother, I am not going to change my mind.  Emma is just not the woman for me.”

“Of course she is not; I had trouble ever believing she was.  But you insisted on moving in with her and I know you feel about her grandfather so your step-father convinced me to keep my opinions to myself.  I wondered if you had finally given up on your crazy romantic notions and realized that marriage was a business arrangement like any other.”

“Maybe I haven’t given up on romance.  Maybe I finally understand that there is more to relationships than a ‘successful merger’,” Iain said.  “I’m sorry that I hurt Emma but Mr. Stone understands and has made arrangements for Emma to move to another office so we don’t have of face each other every day.”

“… and the earrings?”

“The earrings?  Mother, I broke the woman’s heart in a city halfway across the world.  Since then she has had to leave her home and her friends and start a new job and a new life in a city sixteen hours away.  I think it would be a little much to call her now and ask for a pair of pearl earrings that I gave her on our six-month anniversary.”

“You listen to me Iain Sommers.”  Iain was silenced by the sudden icy tone in his mother’s always-calm voice.  “Those earrings were a gift from your father to me on our wedding day.  To be honest I was hesitant when you decided to give them to Emma but I assumed that you had made your decision and that an engagement was around the corner.  If Emma Stone is not going to be part of this family then those earrings should be returned to me.”

“But Mother…”

“But nothing!  You will call her, explain the sentimental importance of those earrings and get them back.”

Iain sighed.  Emma tended to be emotional and would never understand the cold-blooded logic that framed his mother’s view of life and love.   He looked up to see Emma’s assistant coming back to the room with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” he said as he took the mug from her.  “May I ask a quick question?”

The woman nodded.

“Did I hear a dog earlier?”

The grey-haired lady smiled slowly.  “Yes, you did.  Snookie is here today for a visit.”

Shit, this was going to be even worse than he had imagined.

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