Passing her eyes over the email she tried not to groan too loudly, she didn't normally read her emails until 1:40, half way through her lunch break it was a somewhat routine occasion, but when the subject of the email indicated a trip away she couldn't help but break her usual date with her inbox and open it at 10am. However, by doing so she wish she had held off, Jayne Grayson was one woman who could get Connie to squirm in her seat, she hated to admit it but the thought of Jayne getting one better over her she hated. The start of the email was very persuading two weeks for a conference in Paris, who was she to decline until she read the CC and it included Michael Spence. Conferences were usually just an occasion where she turned up at the first meeting and never bothered going to a second; then pampered herself for the remainder of the gestation away. Knowing that the main competitors for the director of surgery post were to be joining her meant that she couldn't even attempt to sneak away- her decision to turn up or not at every meeting would all go to getting the job she desired.
Then she thought, two weeks with 3 men, two of which would do anything to get her on her back, into bed with them and making her scream could be fun. She knew only one of them would succeed; only one of them ever had; only one ever would. She enjoyed playing them like pawns in her game, she was the queen, the best piece on the board she could go anywhere in her life and do it quickly, taking out many people on the way however they were spare parts that had very little where to go, one step at a time. She laughed softly at this thought; the only person who understood her as she understood herself was going on this conference with her, that's if they agreed to it, which she most certainly hoped they did.
She liked the games with one, the sneaking about and the challenge of keeping quiet knowing that if anybody knew about what they did behind the closed doors of the linen cupboard it would blow both of their chances of this job and no doubt the ones they posses now, as well as the games they played at home in the privacy of their bedroom when her daughter was most definitely asleep. The other man in this competition she liked playing, playing him as a fool, stringing him along making him believe he had a chance when realistically he had no hope in hell of winning her.
Connie Beauchamp loved games, but they're always better when you win. It doesn't matter if they're the games she played as a child or those she now plays in the bedroom with the current object of her affections. This job was a game and Connie Beauchamp planned on winning it.