Claim 2: Volume Two by Suzanne Ashley

Author:Suzanne, Ashley [Suzanne, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley Suzanne Books
Published: 2014-12-23T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Loren

For the rest of the work week I go out of my way to avoid Jordan, to the point where I don’t even open his emails, whether they’re work related or not, I don’t know. On Friday, I finally have to communicate with him about the project we’re working on together. Gathering my detailed notes, I walk down to his office where he and Patrick are sitting around his desk and it appears they’re having a personal meeting.

“Afternoon, gentlemen,” I announce, knocking softly on the door jamb. “If you’re busy, I can come back later.”

Mr. Fletcher rises from his seat, waving me into the office. “Not at all. We were just playing catch up. I’ll let you get back to work,” he says to Jordan, extending his hand, which Jordan takes and shakes up and down a few times.

“I’ll come by for dinner this weekend. Tell Marilyn I could really go for some of her meatloaf,” Jordan says. Smiling at the thought of his sort of stepmother, it reminds me of the times we would go to Patrick and Marilyn’s for dinners and Marilyn would always tease us about giving her grandchildren and buying the house down the street. Jordan and I both agreed we would never move that close to his family, but the thought of being wanted in such a close vicinity was endearing.

“I’ll tell her. You should come by, too, Loren. I know it would make Marilyn happy to see you. It’s been such a long time,” he wistfully says. When Jordan and I told him we were dating, he was happy—a proud father of sorts. He was pretty broken up when Jordan left. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to tell Mr. Fletcher why I needed some time away from work to sort through my issues, yet he enforced a mandatory week vacation.

“I’m not sure if I have plans or not. I’ll let you know,” I smile, stepping around him to take his now vacant seat. As Mr. Fletcher’s leaving the office, I notice him turn back to Jordan and I, shaking his head, smiling and muttering something to himself. If I had to place a bet on what I think he said, it would be something along the lines of, “Those kids are made for each other.” But I can’t be sure nor do I really want to speculate.

For the next hour and a half, right up until the end of the day, Jordan and I analyze every piece of data we’ve acquired and try to piece together a plan. Thankfully, the conversation has remained professional, Jordan honoring his promise to not let whatever is or isn’t going on with us affect our work.

“What about viral marketing?” I offer.

“For a software company? You think it could work?”

“Maybe … maybe not,” I answer, not sure of the approach, but with the over-saturation of traditional print ads, accompanies with the influx of companies using social media for marketing.

“Think about it. We’re marketing this product to people

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