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For Love of E - 8
by Dhragúin Múinteoir [greybeard.dragon@gmail.com]
***
Eliza tells Kit about her problem, and he provides an
elegant solution. (MF, rom)
***
Chapter 8
He was waiting for her when she arrived at the
restaurant. "Right on time," He thought to himself.
"Wonder what's on her mind?"
"Hi! Been waiting long?" she asked as she let him
help her with her coat and seat her before sitting
back down himself.
"Nope," he replied, "just got here. Shall we order,
or do you want to tell me what we need to talk
about?" He looked into her eyes with such a calm
demeanor that Eliza almost melted. "I mean, you
usually don't invite me to lunch while you're
working, so I figured whatever it was must have been
pretty important for you to break your usual
routine." He sipped from his water glass, never
taking his eyes off her.
Eliza started to speak, then stopped; Kit was right,
it was unusual for her to make a lunch date with him
during the work week. She decided that he deserved
better from her, especially considering what she had
subjected him to at the sauna the night before, and
what he had done for her following…
"Well, it IS important. I lost track of a significant
amount of time last night, and I don't like putting
myself and all of you in a situation that could prove
disastrous." Kit started to speak, but Eliza held her
hand up to forestall his comment. "I know, you aren't
worried, but the youngsters should be, and I am for
all of you. What would have happened if someone else
in the company had stumbled across us last night? And
what if you hadn't been there to save me?
"None of the others know where I live, and frankly,
I'd rather it stay that way; not that I don't trust
them, but they are not the security conscious person
that you are. They wouldn't mean to divulge my home's
location, but it would eventually happen. No, I, we,
need to come up with a location that will serve as
well as the sauna, but with no possibility of
inadvertent discovery. However, I haven't a clue
where to begin. What do you think?"
Kit sipped again from his water, then was interrupted
by the waiter, who gave them menus and took their
drink orders. When he had left the table, Kit briefly
looked at the menu, then closed it and once again
looked at Eliza.
"How flush is the company?" Kit asked, taking Eliza
by surprise at the apparent non sequitur. "Bear with
me a moment; this is related to the problem. Is the
company able to expand to another floor, without
making the areas free access?"
Eliza thought for a moment, and started to reply,
when she was interrupted by the waiter who was ready
to take their lunch order. She ordered a club
sandwich, and Kit ordered a chef's salad, then waited
as the waiter withdrew. When he was out of earshot,
she started again. "I don't know if I can swing a
floor purchase at this time without alerting
investors, and I certainly don't want to do that!"
She frowned as Kit chuckled, then hissed, "What, you
think this is funny? I can't have the stuffy bastards
looking into the reasons for a private enclave at
company expense; it would ruin the company!" She
looked around to see if any neighboring tables had
overheard; satisfied, she continued, "Trying to hide
that sort of expense would probably trigger an SEC
inquiry, to boot. I have a spotless record; I won't
jeopardize that!"
Kit smiled at her. "Good; I was hoping you'd say
that. I have an idea that will require some time to
explain. Let's eat, and you go back to work. Instead
of going to the sauna after work, go home and call
me. I'll bring some beer and a plan." As if by plan,
the waiter chose that moment to arrive with their
lunch orders. Kit carried on an innocuous dialogue
during lunch, Eliza contributing but little, and
picking morosely at her food. After paying for lunch,
Kit escorted Eliza from the table and parted ways
with her at the door. "See you later," he said with a
smile, then turned away.
Eliza made her way back to her office and slogged
through a small pile of phone messages that had
materialized while she was out. She eventually got so
into her backlog of work that she was surprised when
her assistant poked her head into the office to
inform her that she was leaving for the evening.
Eliza looked up to see that it was close to 6 pm. "My
goodness," she said, "it is time to leave, isn't it?"
With that, she bid her assistant good night, and
started to gather her things to go home. As she
locked her door for the night, she remembered to tell
Suni that she was headed home, only to find that she
was the last person in the office. "Hmm," she thought
to herself, "I really was out of touch with reality
today. I suppose I had better pay attention on the
way home, or I'll end up in White Plains!" With that,
she left the office and headed home.
As she approached her door, she noticed a note posted
on the number plate. Taking it down, she read, "Meet
me in the train station." The note was signed simply,
"K". She went inside and quickly changed into jeans
and a t-shirt, slipped into some sandals, and took
the staircase down to the unused fallout shelter,
where she was surprised to see that Kit had set up a
couple of chairs around a large table, with large
stand lights illuminating the tabletop, upon which he
had placed a large sheet of drafting paper.
Looking closer, Eliza saw an involved set of
blueprints. Just then, she heard a whistled snatch of
an Irish jig. Looking up, she saw Kit entering the
cavernous room carrying a small cooler and a basket.
Walking up to the illuminated area and setting these
down, he explained, "Thought you might want a bite
and a beer," and leaned in for a quick kiss before
sitting down.
"What is this?" Eliza asked, totally amazed at the
incredible amount of work the blueprints represented.
"How in the world did you do this so quickly?"
"Oh, well, I had been working on a project that was
canceled, and just happened to still have these plans
lying around taking up space, so I dusted them off
and made a couple of mods. Didn't take but about an
hour to get what you see ready."
"What do you mean, 'working on a project that got
canceled'? What else do you do besides put up with
cranky tenants like me?" she asked, smiling to take
the edge off the question.
In answer, Kit asked, "How do you pay your rent?"
Eliza frowned, then answered, "Through a rental
agency; why?"
"Have you ever wondered who owns the building?" Kit's
slow grin emerged, and suddenly Eliza was speechless.
Here she had thought he was 'only' the superintendent
of the building...
"Who are you... really?" she finally managed to
sputter, sure that she was blushing furiously. As Kit
started to chuckle again, she was sure of it.
"Well, I became an architect thirty years ago, and as
luck would have it, managed a pretty good living. I
bought this building about ten years ago when I found
out about this bunker and the railway. Took almost
all I had saved, but it was worth it. It has provided
enough income that I don't have to slave at design
all day, but just the projects I take a fancy to,
like the Harley, the donkey engine, the tenant in
401..." He broke off and ducked as Eliza took a swing
at him, playfully.
"Just a project, eh?" she said, laughing. "I'll show
you project..." With that, she jumped up and grabbed
Kit's belt and drew him close. "How's this for an
unseen problem," she said, kissing him fiercely, and
when he started to lean into the kiss, grabbing his
crotch with her free hand. "Oops, looks like a design
modification is necessary," she exclaimed, reaching
for his zipper with her other hand. Kit,
surprisingly, stopped her. "What?" she murmured.
"Why don't I show you this first, then we'll see
about any 'modifications'..." Kit led her back to her
chair, leaned over her and explained, "This is your
office space. Behind it is this unused area that was
originally supposed to be a maintenance corridor. You
with me?"
"So far," she said, eyes on the drawing.
"Well, as it happens, the floor below your company's
offices is vacant, having been a failed health club a
few years ago. As far as I can tell, it hadn't been
touched since the club folded. This right here," he
said, pointing to a spot on the blueprint, "is where
the genius of this plan comes in."
"That's right next to the office door," Eliza said,
"where the closet doors are now."
"Yup, and the doors will stay right there, too," said
Kit, "only there won't be a closet there anymore." At
Eliza's raised eyebrow, he continued, "Instead, there
will be a cleverly concealed private staircase
leading to the next floor down, where this," he said,
turning to the next print, "will be the new
playground." At this he let Eliza look over the
blueprint for what appeared to be a normal gym setup.
"What is this, really?" she asked, confused at all
the plans. "How am I supposed to swing this? I told
you I couldn't..."
Kit interrupted her, gently, "It all is being covered
by the 'Foundation for Workplace Productivity' grant.
I had an idea several years ago to establish a gym
that would be offered to office workers at a nominal
fee, so as to give them an upscale place to de-
stress, free from the normal 'workout' mentality and
the testosterone-fueled competitive edge that most
gyms are infamous for.
"I applied for a government grant, was accepted, and
have been applying the results to the floor below
yours for about a year. All that needs changing is
the entrance. Rather than an entrance from the
elevator lobby, this," he said, pointing to the
staircase block, "will be the only way in from the
outside. There will be, of course, an emergency exit,
here, that leads to the stairwell next to the
elevator bank. What do you think?"
At this, Eliza was, once again, at a loss for words.
She looked back and forth, at the blueprint, then at
Kit. She eventually managed to ask, "Why us? I mean,
why the private entrance and all?"
"Because you need a very private and safe place to
enjoy your love life, with all the partners that
involves, and I needed to apply the grant before it
expired. All I did differently was change the entry
plan. It'll be ready for use in a week or so."
"Won't the government want to inspect the results of
the grant?" Eliza asked.
"Already done," Kit said. "They don't have to know
about the entry change, or the fact that only one
company will benefit from the location. They have
already seen, and approved the facilities. So, all I
have to do is change the closet into a spiral
staircase and close off the original entrance. Piece
of cake!"
"I don't know what to say," started Eliza, only to
have Kit kiss her again.
"Okay will suffice," Kit answered lightly.
"Okay," said Eliza, "now, you said something about a
beer and a bite," punctuating the last word with a
playful nip at Kit's earlobe. Kit growled, and nipped
at her nose, then laughed and grabbed a beer from the
cooler, expertly uncapped it, and handed it to Eliza
along with a package of Brie, wheat crackers, and a
small knife from the basket.
After they had finished their beer and polished off
the cheese and crackers, Kit asked, "Now what was
that about a 'design modification'?" Eliza jumped at
him, and Kit grabbed her, laughing...
To be continued...
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