Chapter 4
Clayton
Ms. Henley, why are you not returning my emails? It’s been two days.
Because I’m busy. A B&B doesn’t run itself you know?
It would behoove you to work with me. I believe I can get you what you want?
You seem a little too sure of yourself. We’re not selling.
Did I mention selling? Why are we doing this over texts, Ms. Henley? We could arrange a video conference to talk about options, like civilized people.
Ohhhhhh a “video conference.” That’s all official-like.
A phone call then. I think we should talk again.
One day later
Are you simply ignoring me now?
Of course not.
So why did you miss our call this morning?
Something came up.
Something that’s more important than securing our assistance? You said you had plans, Ms. Henley, that you needed help with. I’m attempting to offer you that help.
Our housekeeper is sick. I spent the morning stripping
Shit. Hit send too soon. Stripping beds, I mean. I wasn’t stripping.
Well, that is one way to get my attention.
You know what, I don’t think I want it now. I’m trying to do eight things at once and my finger slipped. Excuse me for trying to multi-task and be productive. You’re the one that keeps messaging me, Clay. It’s not the other way around.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you enjoyed talking to me.
It’s Clayton and good thing you know better then.
One day later
Ms. Henley, meetings can’t be productive if you’re doing other things during them and not listening to me.
Sure they can. I heard you. We’re still not selling.
I didn’t ask you to.
Maybe not in so many words, but I know what you’re after.
Oh Reese Henley, you have no idea. We’ll talk again soon.