“Robert, we are having a cocktail function on Friday evening. At my place. Now I am not inviting you. I am telling you. You will be there. And I am not accepting any excuses from you. You don’t have to bring anyone just come on your own. It’s a chance for you to mingle for a change. Who knows, you might meet someone.” “David, I’ll come okay. But why do you want me there so badly? You are the go between, the spokesperson, the voice. I sit in the office. No one will even know me.” “Because you are my partner you know. And I like people to know who you are.” Robert shook his head and smiled. “Okay. You win. I’ll be there.” “Right. Friday evening.” “Got it David. Got it.”
David walked over to his office and sat down and picked up the phone. “Claudia, sweetheart, he will be there. Now is there any way we can coax Sandra out of the kitchen. Maybe if he gets a glimpse of her he might catch a wake up.” “David love, I am doing my best. I have asked her a few thousand times. Maybe this time. I don’t know why she doesn’t like mingling. But I will keep on prodding.” “You do that. I’ll see you later.” David cut his call to Claudia and smiled. He loved his wife to bits.
Claudia picked up the phone and dialled. Sandra chuckled as she walked into the kitchen. “I am in your house.” Claudia turned and cut the call. “Well!” Sandra grinned. “I have come to give you a final run down of what I will be serving your guests on Friday evening.” Claudia leaned over the kitchen counter as Sandra put a list on the counter. Claudia nodded as she looked and listened. “Lovely. Now this time, can I ask you to show face. Just for five minutes. There is someone I would like you to meet. Just five minutes Sandra. That is all I am asking.” Sandra shook her head. “When I work Clauds, I do just that. I don’t mingle. I don’t mix business with pleasure. That’s my motto and it seems to work. If I wanted to meet someone I could have. I am sure. But I don’t do cocktail parties. They are not for me.” Claudia nodded. “Well, think about it. Maybe just five minutes?” Sandra chuckled. “Stop with the pressurising and the matchmaking. I’m old enough now.” Claudia hugged Sandra. “Looks very good.” Sandra nodded and rolled her eyes. “Of course it looks good. And going to taste even better. I’m off. See you Friday.”
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