Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I pull into the campground parking lot and find that everything is already set up. And it’s a lot of stuff. There are tents full of all kinds of activities, a pool with waterslides, a greenhouse (which came with the campground), a bouncy castle, and a carousel. Just mountains of entertainment and fun.
And to top it all off, Robert has ordered so much barbecue, I suspect we might be able to feed a small town with this amount of meat.
“Jesus Christ, Robert,” I mumble to myself. I get out of my car and head onto the lawn.
“Brick!” I turn at the sound of my own name and see Robert waving at me. We walk toward each other, him sporting a huge smile. “So, what do you think?”
“I think you somehow manage to outdo yourself every year.” He pats me on the back, looking over the massive event that he has created.
“I really do, don’t I,” Robert sighs. There’s a minute of contemplation before he takes a deep breath. “Well, I’ve got a few things to take care of, just some last-minute double-checks. You go enjoy yourself. Eat some barbecue, talk to people, ride on the carousel even. Just don't be boring. I mean it. Have fun today, Brick.” He says this in a slightly menacing tone before leaving me by myself.
I’ll do my best.
Usually, that is more of a half-hearted reply, but today, I actually have plans to deliver on my promise.
But that all relies on Tammy attending today's barbecue. If she's here, I'm pretty sure I'll have a fucking ball.
People start arriving, and it doesn’t take long for my employees to come up to me. I keep my cool because I’m not about to get mad at them for just being nice to me, even if I do find the constant ass-kissing annoying.
I’m listening to someone tell me what a great decision I made with my latest choices for our company when I see the Thompsons walk in. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up when I see that Tammy has indeed come with her parents.
Looks like she might not have been able to stay away.
“Um, I’ll talk to you later, Jeremiah. Thanks for the compliments. Always appreciate them.” I walk away, leaving him to enjoy all that Robert has provided.
I stop myself before I get too close to Tammy and her family. I'm getting ahead of myself with all of this eagerness.
I’m not going to approach the Thompsons. That would definitely raise suspicions. I’ve already established myself as a certain type of boss, which means treading carefully if I want this thing with Tammy – whatever it is – to manifest.
Instead, I stay where I am, doing my best to look busy. I take out my phone, pretending to read and respond to emails. In reality, I’m watching the Thompsons as stealthily as possible.
George and Margie are looking around while Tammy keeps her head down. I make sure to watch them from the corner of my eye so that I don’t appear to be staring, which is exactly what I am doing.
Not too much later, I see Margie point me out, and the three of them start walking toward me. As they get closer, I’m able to see Tammy’s full outfit. She’s in a simple t-shirt and shorts. It’s casual and laid back, but she’s gorgeous nonetheless. Nothing can hide her curves. I don't know why she would want to anyway.
I just need to remember to keep all of these desires under wraps. There’s no need for her parents to know what I hope the two of us will be doing. We’re two adults, so we can keep it between the two of us. That's the best course of action for everyone involved.
“Brick! How are you?”
“I’m doing well, George.”
“I just wanted to come over and say hi with my family. I think you remember my wife, Margie, and my daughter, Tammy.”
“I do, I do,” I nod. I definitely remember Tammy. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her. In my old age, when my memories are slipping, her trembling body will be one of the last memories I’ll cling to.
“Tammy here almost didn’t come, but the offer of free barbecue was enough to entice her.”
“Dad!” Tammy scolds, quickly looking at him before her gaze returns to the ground. George just chuckles, not really addressing the admonishment.
“It’s a lovely day, and I’m so glad you guys hold events like this,” Margie adds. “It's such a nice way to say hi to everyone.”
“You’ll have to thank Robert for all of this. He’s the one in charge of getting it together. I just make sure all of the checks get signed,” I shrug.
“Still, thank you for signing those checks,” Margie smiles. The two of them, George and Margie, are a sweet couple. I don’t have too many problems with George in terms of his personality. He just isn’t the most productive employee. But he’s been with us for so long, I oftentimes find myself conflicted about what to do with him. When someone has been with you since the beginning, it's harder to let them go.