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Longboard points for not grabbing me and doing me on the conference table.  I'd always have to wonder if I dripped on the damn thing.  I just didn't want that thought in my head.  But then I remembered getting on the table, so I might have actually dripped on it.  But it looked clean.  The table had the same shiny glow that it had every time we had a presentation.  I guess Longboard wiped it down before he left.  I'm just glad he didn't fuck me on the table.  Something about acting professional when less than twelve hours before, I was ass naked getting my boss off on the table.  And now I was sitting with my arms crossed trying to look like a career woman.
                  "Would anyone like an espresso?" said Longboard.  Both Malia and I knew that was for the committee members, not the two of us.  Two out of five committee members were interested in an espresso.  And guess who had to make them.
                  "Dawn," said Longboard, "Would you please?"
                  "Of course." I was professional.  As I got up, I glanced across the table.  Even the committee members looked bewildered.  Why would you send someone who is part of the presentation out to get coffee?  It was the question on my mind and the committee members'.  The espresso maker was in Longboard's office but the coffee was in the kitchen.  I didn't want to slow myself by going into Longboard's office first, so I went to the kitchen and got coffee, whole bean.  The whole bean was for guests.  The rest of us drank pre-ground coffee.  I liked mine with a bit of coconut oil but I was alone on that.  I took the coffee to Longboard's office and I packed the coffee into the machine, looking out the window.  Longboard had a view but it wasn't such a good one.  It was an OK one.  The office had old world styling.  Black-and-white pictures of different Hawaiian beaches hung on the wall.  All the furniture was hand-carved.  IKEA was the only four-letter word Longboard didn't use.  His office was all heirloom pieces.  Good for him .  His desk had a calendar on it, along with expensive writing utensils.  The one thing you didn't find on his desk that you found on others was a computer.  He had one, just not on his desk.  His wide laptop was on the back wall buffet.  Longboard handled a lot of business on Skype so he didn't like having the window in the background because it blacked out his face.  So instead of having it on his desk, he had it behind him while he sat at his desk.  Then he would wheel his chair around for a vid-conference or chatting with his daughter.  He had a lot on that back buffet.  An assortment of syrups for Italian sodas stood on a silver serving tray.  He also had branded whiskey, vodka, rum, cognac and liqueurs.  The Alpha male among the bottles was a large glass mesh siphon bottle.  He knew how to treat his guests.  It was an atmosphere.  He led by example.  The rest of the office was likewise hospitable.  The hospitality came from leadership and filtered its way down through the company.
                  That was part of the reason I didn't mind being made into a stewardess, woman-ing the espresso machine.  Hospitality toward guests was one thing we did well at Key Way .  I came back with two espressos in hand.  The stage lights were already dimmed, as if the presentation was about to start.  I walked around the table to set each espresso in front of the two women who ordered them.  I walked back around to the opposite side of the table.
                  "If you find a better espresso in O'ahu, let us know and we'll invest in the chain."  I thought that was a good lead in.  But I didn't know how well my joke went over.  No one on the opposite side of the table cracked a smile.  But they were all older and committee members.  I guess jokes weren't their thing. 
                  "It's true.  We do our due diligence," was