Story Of The Week – The Pitch

Story Of The Week

The Pitch

by Chanice Barth

 It was a Friday afternoon, and I felt good as I walked from my car to my last appointment.  For a change, I wasn’t dreading another weekend because I didn’t have a date.  I was looking forward to watching some movies and enjoying a glass of red wine with my favorite meal.

 When I entered the tall glass building, I was glad my day was about to end.  I had dressed special because I was meeting with the President of the company, and I wanted to make a good impression.  I had been up all night working on my pitch and I was ready to land this account which would mean a great boost to my salary.

However, when I walked into his office, I forgot my reason for being there.  The guy looked so good sitting behind the desk that I ended up stammering out my first four sentences.  I regained my composure, when he invited me to sit, in a very impatient tone.

At the end of my presentation, he relaxed and smiled for the first time.  He asked how long had I been with my company. When I told him five years, he began talking about what he’d done in the last five years, and before long, we had gone from a business meeting to a personal conversation.

As we talked, I watched the sun going down in the window behind his head, and he kept talking as if he had nothing else better to do.  Since I certainly didn’t, I didn’t move to end the meeting.  I just kept sitting there waiting to be dismissed.  I was enjoying his company and when he mentioned he was a single father, I felt a tingle in my stomach.

 When he stood up and began pacing the floor, my heart began to flutter.  He looked even better standing.  He was very tall and had the build of an athlete. Suddenly, he stopped talking and stared at me for a full minute, and asked if I were busy that evening. When I told him no, he invited me to join him for dinner so we could continue our conversation, which he found “enjoyable.”

I pinched myself as he held my coat for me.  I couldn’t believe what was happening.  When we got outside, he told me to leave my car and ride with him.  Suddenly, a limo appeared before us, and off we went to one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants.

We had a lovely dinner filled with laughter and getting acquainted dialogue.  At the end of the evening, he took me for a long carriage ride in the park, while his driver waited patiently.   I was thrilled when he bought me a bunch of red roses from a street vendor before he dropped me back at my car. When I pecked him on his cheek and thanked him for a lovely evening, he cupped my chin in his hand, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered in my ear. “There will be more nights like this to come.”   Unfortunately, I didn’t land the account, but I landed him.