Alexis sat on the wide stone stairs leading up to the museum. The sun shone down on her as she reclined on the step reading a paperback novel, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She glanced down at her cell, making sure she hadn't missed Hamilton's call to return to work.
"I wish you would let me handle this alone!" said faint voice behind Alexis. Turning at the familiar voice, she smiled up at Jack as he descended the stairs.
"We did leave you handle it alone! Remember the Graz-"Michael was cut short by Jack's elbow in his ribs.
"We don't need everyone in the city hearing our conversation." Jack hissed, recognizing Alexis sitting a few feet away. He smiled politely at her as he continued walking down the stairs toward an awaiting limousine.
"Jack, this little project of yours better not fail." Michael warned, climbing into the limo, "Or you have to answer to...him."
Jack rolled his eyes as if he had heard the lecture a thousand times and replied menacingly, "This will work so much easier if you would stay out of my way."
Easing back into the leather seat, Jack unbuttoned his coat. The chauffeur closed the door behind him and proceeded to drive to the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
"You messed that up for yourself," Michael stretched out on the long seat scratching his balding head. "Now I've been sent to make sure you don't screw this up again."
"I told you I'm not going to screw this up!" Jack replied, his eyes narrowing in anger, "This is totally different from the Graza."
"Your plan isn't different- it's the same set-up you used before. Do you really think it will work again?"
"Has the sin of greed increased over the past forty years? Do 'Enron' and 'Martha Stewart' mean anything to you?"
"I didn't wake up yesterday Jack. I just hope for your sake and mine that this operation runs smoothly."
Ten minutes after Hamilton placed the call, Alexis was back in his office. She watched him as he frantically ruffled through papers in his desk and in the file cabinets.
"So they want the museum to restore an entire ship in two months? Wont that cost thousands of dollars?" Alexis asked.
"I have enough people to help with this undertaking so the time commitment shouldn't be a problem. And this project will cost millions, not thousands my dear." Hamilton curtly replied.
"Mr. Hamilton...do you think I could help the restoration?" when she received no answer, she quickly added, "I mean, I've been working here for two years and I haven't even touched an exhibit yet."
"Alexis," Hamilton replied exasperatedly, "What I need you to do right now is compile a thorough report on the ship Corona and the other small cruise ships of its kind. I have a presentation to create by Saturday and I want to know what I am taking about. Have the report to me tomorrow morning."
"But you didn't even know the ship existed! How am I supposed to-"
"Alexis! You are making me angry. Please leave now so I can read that report tomorrow." Hamilton said, his voice rising.
Alexis stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind her. 'Have that report to me tomorrow morning' Alexis thought, mocking Hamilton. I can't take this crap from him anymore! She could feel her jaw muscles tightening; she let out a sigh and began her long walk towards the dorms.
"I wish you would let me handle this alone!" said faint voice behind Alexis. Turning at the familiar voice, she smiled up at Jack as he descended the stairs.
"We did leave you handle it alone! Remember the Graz-"Michael was cut short by Jack's elbow in his ribs.
"We don't need everyone in the city hearing our conversation." Jack hissed, recognizing Alexis sitting a few feet away. He smiled politely at her as he continued walking down the stairs toward an awaiting limousine.
"Jack, this little project of yours better not fail." Michael warned, climbing into the limo, "Or you have to answer to...him."
Jack rolled his eyes as if he had heard the lecture a thousand times and replied menacingly, "This will work so much easier if you would stay out of my way."
Easing back into the leather seat, Jack unbuttoned his coat. The chauffeur closed the door behind him and proceeded to drive to the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
"You messed that up for yourself," Michael stretched out on the long seat scratching his balding head. "Now I've been sent to make sure you don't screw this up again."
"I told you I'm not going to screw this up!" Jack replied, his eyes narrowing in anger, "This is totally different from the Graza."
"Your plan isn't different- it's the same set-up you used before. Do you really think it will work again?"
"Has the sin of greed increased over the past forty years? Do 'Enron' and 'Martha Stewart' mean anything to you?"
"I didn't wake up yesterday Jack. I just hope for your sake and mine that this operation runs smoothly."
Ten minutes after Hamilton placed the call, Alexis was back in his office. She watched him as he frantically ruffled through papers in his desk and in the file cabinets.
"So they want the museum to restore an entire ship in two months? Wont that cost thousands of dollars?" Alexis asked.
"I have enough people to help with this undertaking so the time commitment shouldn't be a problem. And this project will cost millions, not thousands my dear." Hamilton curtly replied.
"Mr. Hamilton...do you think I could help the restoration?" when she received no answer, she quickly added, "I mean, I've been working here for two years and I haven't even touched an exhibit yet."
"Alexis," Hamilton replied exasperatedly, "What I need you to do right now is compile a thorough report on the ship Corona and the other small cruise ships of its kind. I have a presentation to create by Saturday and I want to know what I am taking about. Have the report to me tomorrow morning."
"But you didn't even know the ship existed! How am I supposed to-"
"Alexis! You are making me angry. Please leave now so I can read that report tomorrow." Hamilton said, his voice rising.
Alexis stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind her. 'Have that report to me tomorrow morning' Alexis thought, mocking Hamilton. I can't take this crap from him anymore! She could feel her jaw muscles tightening; she let out a sigh and began her long walk towards the dorms.