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said.
    ‘Thank you,’ the young hotelier said and followed the direction of his outstretched hand.
    Jon and Tommy shared a quick glance. Yes, the world definitely seemed to be going in new directions. They turned and followed after Avigail Silverman and her people.
    ‘So,’ Jon began, after the Sunset Hotel people had been seated at the table, ‘Tommy tells me that you’re looking for a new direction. Something fresh, I believe he put it.’
    Avigail leaned forward in her seat and smiled. For a moment Jon thought about what she might look like without that expensive yet shapeless gown. Underneath he could see just the hint of a supple and lithe little body waiting to be explored. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘that’s exactly what we’re interested in, fresh .’
    Jon looked into her eyes for a moment and she held his gaze for several seconds before looking down at the table. What else was she interested in, he wondered?
    ‘Ok,’ he said, ‘well Harlan Fisher have a first-class art department, some of the most creative minds in New York work for us Miss Silverman and I can assure you that there are a number of very interesting channels to explore.’
    Across the room Tommy snorted with laughter. Jon hadn’t meant it like that, but as soon as he realized the innuendo of what he’d just said, he couldn’t help but smile himself. Mainly because of how Tommy had reacted. The guy was just a big kid.
    June Kerouac shook her head and sighed, Avigail Silverman was even less pleased. ‘Excuse me?’ she asked.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Jon continued, reverting back to professional mode, ‘a private joke. What I meant to say Miss Silverman is that we couldn’t be more excited to be working with you. Give us a little time to cook something up, something special, and then we’ll invite you back to see what you think. I trust you’ll be very pleasantly surprised. With Harlan Fisher, most people usually are.’
    Avigail nodded curtly, she still looked like she was offended and maybe even hurt by their laughter. ‘Very well then,’ she said.
    Jon was about to put out his hand to shake goodbye when Tommy piped up again.
    ‘Yes,’ he said, a wicked smile on his mouth, ‘Jon makes sure he always satisfies.’
    Avigail Silverman’s mouth opened slightly in shocked distaste. Jon cringed. Jesus Tommy, you couldn’t just leave it at that, he thought.
    ‘I beg your pardon?’ Miss Silverman demanded.
    Jon looked her dead in the eyes and spoke firmly and professionally. ‘He said that I make sure to leave no customer unsatisfied,’ he said, ‘I recall you saying that our reputation precedes us here at Harlan Fisher, well then I trust you’ve heard that we always strive to make the customer happy, no matter what it takes.’
    She didn’t look entirely convinced. Jon kept his steely eyes firmly in hers, his face rigid and serious. She looked back at Tommy Harlan. He appeared to be in actual physical pain from the strenuous effort of trying not to laugh. She looked back at Jon and narrowed her eyes. ‘Give me a call when you’ve grown up a little,’ she said and turned on her heels.
    ‘Let me escort you out,’ June offered cordially. She shot the two men a punishing glare before leaving with the Sunset Hotel people.
    As soon as the door closed Tommy burst out laughing. Jon shook his head in an attempt at disapproval but he couldn’t help but smile. If it had been one of his underlings who’d pulled shit like that he would have probably fired them on the spot, but since Tommy was his boss the man could do whatever the hell he wanted. So Jon might as well just enjoy it, no matter how bad it might be for business.
    ‘God damn it Tommy,’ he said, ‘you’re incorrigible, aren’t you?’
    Tommy shrugged and lit a cigarette. ‘What can I say?’ he said, ‘this is why they shouldn’t let women into the negotiating room.’
    ‘No,’ Jon smiled, ‘this is why they shouldn’t let you drink liquor before eleven am. My God, do