"It'll be fine," I promise her, taking my hands out of my pockets and giving her a quick pat on her shoulder. "I think Amy brings something unique to the table."
Susan laughs. "Is that what you're calling it? Unique? That's definitely not a word I'd use. Look, all I'm asking is that you stop and think about this for a minute, Parker."
"I have," I reply, "and I think this is a good move."
"Even with your playboy reputation?" Susan asks, her eyes widening in further surprise.
And just then, as if on cue, Amy knocks on my office door and lets herself in.
"Hi, sorry I'm late," she smiles. "City cabs can be so unpredictable."
She's wearing a short black skirt and I can't take my eyes off her ass.
She extends her hand to Susan. "I'm Amy; it's nice to meet you."
I watch as Susan eyes her up and down, and as if she didn't hear the introduction, she turns to me, completely dismissing Amy's outstretched hand.
"Parker, about our council business meeting tomorrow," she says, turning her entire body away from Amy, "we're going to need you to discuss your thoughts on improving the city's open data policies and IT infrastructure."
Amy tries to chime in, undeterred at the snub. "Actually, I can give you a lot of information on—"
But Susan cuts her off, still refusing to look in her direction. It's as if she's refusing to believe she's even in the same room. "I'm sure that isn't something that Amy can help us with."
"You're talking about her as if she weren't standing here with us," I laugh. My eyes travel between both women. Amy is standing with her hands on her hips. It's clear she isn't going to back down from Susan's dismissal.
"I know what this is about," Amy says.
"You're out of your element here," Susan replies. "I'm sure you know plenty about … other things … but I doubt you know much of anything in this arena."
"Other things?" Amy says.
"Oh come on," Susan smiles. "It's no secret what you do."
"And what exactly is it that you think I do?" Amy asks Susan.
I decide to jump in before the catty banter between these two women escalates into something else. What exactly, I don't know. But I don't want to find out either.
"Now, now," I say, waving one hand through the air dismissively. "Let's give it a rest."
"A rest is the last thing we need," Susan chimes in. "We need speed, momentum, and a clear action plan … with the right team. The clock's ticking."
That little dig causes Amy to bristle.
"I'm exactly what this team—" she begins to say, but I wave my hand and cut her off.
"Both of you stop," I say. "I've already made my decision. Amy's on the team, and that's final. Now, let's all start acting like we're a team."
I look at them both, and they're silent, so I turn to Susan and continue, "I trust Amy's judgment. I really do. Shouldn't that be good enough?"
Susan doesn't respond, but I can tell she's taking in what I'm saying carefully. She can sense the sincerity on my face. And then I turn to Amy and address her as well. "Look, you're on probation for now. Like I just said, I trust you, but it's going to be important for you to prove yourself. You'll need to prove to me … and to this entire team that you're a good fit, and you can bring something to the table."
For a split second I think she's going to protest, or come back with a comment of her own, but she doesn't, and I'm relieved. Finally, they both seem to understand.
Now we can move on.
I reach into my pocket to pull out my cell phone and open my calendar. I figure we should solidify this week's meetings. Maybe talk about next steps. Who to meet and where. PR events to attend.
But before I can do any of that, the office door flies open and I can hardly believe who's standing in the doorway.