it was driving him mad! He couldn’t think about the ramifications of all this, right now.
They were walking in a companionable silence, accentuated by the voices of bystanders, the sound of wheeled suitcases, laughs of people happy to see each other again…an airport would witness a lot of heavy emotions in one day; David had always been an attentive observer of these things.
His quiet nature had led him to his new role. He was the witness of everyone’s life, always the one to stay on the sidelines. Perhaps he was rather a witness than an active participant? It was less risky, but he would also have fewer occasions to live a thrilling life. That was one of the many reasons why he had decided to go to Boston. You need some courage to dare live your own life and get what you want. He was sick of being on the fringes of his own existence. Winning the Green Card Lottery had, without a doubt, helped him a lot in making his decision. It was almost as if Fate had decided for him.
To be honest, he was terrified of being wrong. What if all the energy I’ve given to this project is in vain? What if I come back with my tail between my legs? Hmm, and what if I succeed? Yes, what if success waits for me at the end of the road? What if I find happiness? What if I’ve already found it? He hastened to put the thought aside. There were no reasons to believe he had met someone decisive in his life. And it was not because they would share a vehicle for a 30-minute drive, that it was the new love of his life. They would probably never see each other again.
They arrived at a so-called 'cell phone waiting lot' where a huge man stood waving at James. His dark skin contrasted with his pearly white smile. Even from afar, he posed an intimidating figure. James waved back with an equally big smile on his face and accelerated his pace. David followed more slowly, not knowing what to expect. When James reached the huge, grey SUV, he threw himself into the embrace of his friend as they talked a mile a minute. David couldn’t understand a word of what was being said but quickly figured they were talking about him. The two men let go of each other and James introduced him to his friend.
“David, this is my friend Bo Boudreaux. Bo, David…” James trailed off to let David complete the introduction with his last name.
He had raised an eyebrow at the mention of Bo’s last name and he remembered the last email he had received from his new employer.
He held his hand out. “David Lamanne-Valois. I guess this name rings a bell?”
Bo took his hand and shook it as recognition slowly kicked in.
“Indeed! It’s nice ta finally meet ya, even if it’s a little sooner dan expected. We had planned to meet in an hour, if I’m right?” He smiled.
James frowned as his suspicions were confirmed. Bo, taking the look on his friend's face for confusion, explained. “Our friend David, here, is da manager I hired for our common investment.” James nodded as he glanced at David who nodded back. David couldn’t believe it, so he had to ask.
“Excuse me, you said 'common investment'?”
“I told you earlier that my buddy and I had invested together in a business. He owned The Black Bulldog alone before, but the manager didn’t do his job properly and it needed a complete makeover anyway. So when he kicked out the manager, he asked me to join the party. He did the makeover and here I am.”
“And so am I,” added David. “So, just to be clear, I just met my new boss on the plane, right?” He tried to look nonchalant, when all he felt was wariness.
“And your brand new neighbor as well, I’m afraid.” James completed. “I’ll be living in the top floor apartment, and, from what I understood, you’ll be living on the first floor.” He smiled but he seemed to have lost some of his usual confidence. As if David could do anything other than go with the flow right now…he could hardly take a plane back to France without even trying. He knew