Nothing Like Naked

I promise you one hour of hobnobbing and that will probably be my limit." He took a sip of beer and adjusted his tie as if it were choking him.

"Agreed, it may be mine as well." She leaned forward, "I love you for coming with me. I know you'd rather be in the backyard."

"You're my liebchen. I would do anything to help you." Clicking his glass to hers he said, "Let's go get this done."

Marti was prepared for the turnout at the event since Margo had mentioned the numbers. A huge ballroom was decorated in a black and white theme. She surveyed the room noticing the bar and the hundreds of mingling guests. Shirley moved her through the crowd introducing her to all the important MS people. Chuck was surprised to bump into his client, Dave, and spent time talking airplanes with him. But it was most helpful that Shirley had engineered for the Atlanta MS Manager to be seated at their table. It gave Marti a chance for a private conversation with the second most important decision-maker.

When the music started after dinner, Chuck rescued her from any more talking by taking her onto the dance floor. "You look calm, cool and collected. How do you feel?" he whispered as they slow danced.

"So far I've liked everyone I've met. I notice this job works with a lot more women."

"Pick the one who will be your mentor," advised Chuck, "And be friendly with the others. Just don't get too friendly. I watch the politics in our front office. You don't want that."

"I've gotten lots of oohs and ahs over you," she teased. "You should spin me out to show them your best move."