The Manhattanites: Unscrupulous Part 2

"You work too much."

"And you f.u.c.k around too much." Warner took another swig and asked, "And what circuit party is on your calendar for the thirty-first?"

"The babes and I are jettin' to Algarve, Portugal. Invite's open if you change your mind."

A reluctant male model, pre-body-ink era, Sheldon's glamour funds hadn't run out yet, but were getting close. Similar to Warner, Sheldon was tall, handsome and striking even at a young age. He'd caught a Vogue Hommes International fas.h.i.+on photographer's attention in Milan and his jet-set life soared. A few years later he had returned to the United States and had mooched here and there ever since. Warner tried to get Sheldon to come work with him at Truman Enterprises, but Truman Tribeca, which wasn't meant to be a test but was, failed him. Warner figured his brother would screw around until his ever-in-demand f.u.c.k-stick fell off. He hoped it would be in Algarve, Portugal.

"Thanks, I should get going. Don't forget to buy Mom and Dad a Christmas gift. You forgot last year." They spoke their goodbyes, and he went for the elevator.

In the lobby, the doorman approached. "Mr. Truman, I have a package for you."

"Morning, Sam." He spotted the flowers at the concierge desk. "Again?"

"The florist dropped this arrangement off about thirty minutes ago." Sam knew Rielle wasn't permitted anywhere near the building. Her restraining order prohibited her from all contact, which included sending flowers. This was the third arrangement this week. A silver-mirrored vase enclosed snowy-white hydrangea, blood-red roses and lilies. He reached for the card in Sam's hand. The note read, "Warner, baby, I miss you. Let's spend the holidays together. All my love, Rielle." A few months ago, he might have felt nauseous reading this card. This morning, he felt nothing. "Re-gift these to your family." He pushed the flowers back upon his doorman and tore the card up.

"Mr. Truman, rejecting gifts is bad luck on your part. You should accept-"

"Throw the flowers away then, Sam." He didn't regret his orders. Although Sam's facial reaction made him question himself.

"Okay, okay, I'll give them to the missus." Sam backed down. "My wife sends her best, and thank you again for the generous holiday bonus. You've helped put my oldest through City College."

"My pleasure, enjoy your day." Warner stepped out in the minus-ten degrees and then into his waiting limo.

Chapter Two.

Thank You, Brigham Young University, for Kiki Times Square, New York, NY "Sweet Jesus b.a.l.l.s of justice. Look at those nuts. Dang!" Taddy Brill sat in her Herman Miller chair with Viveca Farnworth to her right and Blake Morgan III to her left. Careful not to smudge her eye makeup, she gripped the binoculars. Squinting out Brill, Inc.'s forty-fourth-floor windows across the street at the new high-rise, Taddy saw into someone's hotel room window. A man in full view was shaving his b.a.l.l.s. One leg up on the sink, spread out, and from what she could tell, the dude concentrated on his p.e.c.k.e.r. "Why isn't he shaving his body in the shower like everyone else?"

"Ingrown hairs perhaps," her executive vice president, Blake, replied. They'd met at the Avon Porter Academy and went on to the same college together. He'd helped her form the agency and run it.

"I love having a hotel next to our office," Taddy confessed. Despite the high-rise's holiday lights mounted on the windows, she could still see inside the rooms.

Truman Times Square took New York City union laborers two years to erect and stood at sixty stories. It was the tallest hotel in Manhattan. Room rates started in the thousands and had a one-year wait list. The property premiered as the world's tenth most expensive hotel, according to Luxury TV. This year it had secured a spot on the Conde Nast Traveler Gold List and the AAA Five Diamond Award list. The best thing about the property proved to be the voyeuristic views, which her executives liberally took in.

Taddy continued to watch the guy in the bathroom with a razor to his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. "That dude is a Big Daddy. Must be six foot three. G.o.d I love 'em tall and beefy." Her red acrylics used the zoom feature on the binoculars for a closer view.

"I can't believe you two b.i.t.c.hes do this at eight every morning," Viveca Farnworth, aka Vive, exclaimed between b.l.o.o.d.y Mary gulps. She rented office s.p.a.ce from Taddy one flight up and owned Debauchery magazine. A few minutes ago, Vive came downstairs for her breakfast-vodka. Since the seventh grade, Vive had existed in their social circle. Known by many, Vive was a bestie to Taddy, Blake and their other friend Lex. It was the four of them forever.

"Watching others is the closest thing we have to a s.e.x life." Blake didn't make any apologies for his frigid gay husband. "Taddy, at your nine o'clock on the fifty-ish floor, do you see what I see?"

She glanced over to catch a lank, hung lad jacking off, alone. "Poor business traveler, he's by himself with no one to release 'em. I should walk over there and bring him some freshly squeezed orange juice." Taddy laughed. She preferred s.e.x at sunrise where she found a man's stamina stronger. "With extra pulp," she added.

Vive let out a loud sigh. "Blake, can I borrow your peepers when you're done?"

He ignored Vive's requests. "Taddy, look at the sweet couple on the thirty-ish floor."

She scanned down to where Blake pointed and stood in her Chanel pumps. "Ooh yeah, I'd so love to be her." A dude gave his girl the ultimate female fantasy. "Why can't I have a man who will wake up with me in bed and do that? I'm so jelly."

"For f.u.c.k's sake, let me see," Vive griped.

Blake continued, "He's ma.s.saging her toes while she drinks her coffee and reads the newspaper in bed."

"Speaking of coffee, where the h.e.l.l is the newbie with my espresso?" Taddy craved another caffeine shot. Her busy week was packed with wrinkle cream press launches and branding overpriced handbags. She needed to keep her energy on high octane.

Vive used to rely on diet pills to keep her going. However, with much hope and a lot of time spent in rehab, she'd quit her methamphetamine addiction. Blake preferred c.o.c.k as his stimulant. Hard, hung, uncut, cut, imported or domestic-it didn't matter. Like Vive's speed b.a.l.l.s, Blake wasn't getting any d.i.c.k either.

"Okay, kiddies, I best get upstairs. I have gossip to spread, editorials to write, celebs to expose." Vive extended her goodbyes. Read by four million people weekly and covering all things salacious, Debauchery magazine came out in print and digital editions. A publication she'd founded and thrived on, it ruined people's lives but made hers. "Next time I'll bring my own binoculars. I have a gold pair the Metropolitan Opera gave me with their media kit."

Blake nodded. "I'm off to kick some client b.u.t.t." In an attempt to not make the tented erection in his pants obvious, he placed a folder over his lap.

Taddy laughed.

He headed to the marketing division on the office's other side. On his way out, Taddy's new hire, Kelly, came in. She plopped some red fabric on Taddy's desk followed by her next espresso shot.

"What's this?" Taddy watched Kelly place a folder with the garment.

"A pashmina for your New Year's Eve trip with Miss Easton." Kelly beamed with brown-nosed rea.s.surance. She'd secured her position at Brill, Inc., hence a place in New York City society.

"Cute, thank you," Taddy complimented, accustomed to her employees' generous gifts. Nevertheless, it in no way became old, in particular a red pashmina from Burberry.

New hires recruited from Taddy's alma mater at Columbia gave her Hermes and found themselves promoted at once. Those from New York University favored presents from Bloomie's-and often lost their way in middle management. Nevertheless, the NYC Fas.h.i.+on Technology graduates were the worst. They made the mistake of buying Taddy Pinkberry yogurt, and generally lasted less than a year.

Kelly had graduated from a university Taddy had never heard of before. She seemed different.

Taddy had caught the twinkle in Kelly's Kewpie-doll eyes the second she walked through her 42nd Street doors. At one p.m., she noticed Kelly didn't "lunch" status quo. Brill girls ate vegan, juiced or pharmed prescription pills like they were Good & Plenty's. Not Kelly-she actually took her hour lunch to eat at Burger Heaven. Kelly didn't "ritty" methylphenidate, despite Brill girls regaling Kelly with tales that it would make her work faster and be more focused.

At press launch parties when Brill girls snorted c.o.ke, a.s.serting it helped them breathe better from their botched nose jobs, Kelly declined party favors. When the Brill girls poured Grey Goose vodka down their throats, alleging it enabled better b.l.o.w.j.o.bs without gagging, Kelly stuck to seltzer with lime.

Taddy offered Kelly a c.o.ke Zero or Lipton Iced Tea.

Notably, Kelly didn't consume caffeine either.

Brill girls showed off their waxed legs and air-brushed with self-tanner cleavage in Dior, Herve Leger and Pucci outfits at the office.

Kelly dressed modestly in Michael Kors, Calvin Klein and Donna Karan-American and wholesome.

No one at her media company could reckon Kelly's agenda other than odd. The fas.h.i.+on division trash-talked Kelly, saying she hailed from another planet, Los Angeles perhaps. The beauty division ignored her, deeming Kelly invisible. And the lifestyle division thought she existed as a 1950s reincarnate. They possessed a love-hate relations.h.i.+p with Kelly from afar.

Taddy knew all along what made Kelly unique.

On the contrary, Taddy didn't mind a little diversity. She employed Jewish girls, Catholics, Muslims and a few self-claimed Buddhists who barely understood yoga let alone much about eastern religion. Adding a Mormon girl to the mix intrigued her. So did the circ.u.mspect Kelly, who never carried clients' garment samples out from the office-and therefore, she never stole a thing. And she could write press releases with no revisions. That was another anomaly.

Kelly's morals made her endearing and different from the h.o.r.n.y, ruthless pit bulls she normally encountered. And Kelly reported to work at dawn probably because she wasn't wasted from the night before, able to press Taddy's early-morning, midmorning and late-morning espresso shots.

But Taddy realized Kelly would have her shortcomings on some things, her social calendar being one of them. Painting the town red over the holiday didn't appeal to Taddy, or any Manhattanite for that matter. Not one as temperature-dropping and crowd-drawing as New Year's Eve. Staycations are so last year. My heart is set on St. Tropez. There, she could decompress poolside, topless, and always unknown.

Taddy held on to Kelly's St. Tropez offering. "I plan on being topless throughout my entire holiday." She wrapped the pashmina around her shoulders to show her grat.i.tude. "This shall keep me snug on the plane ride. It's always nippy in first cla.s.s."

"Naked?"

"Always."

Kelly drew her clipboard to her tiny b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Miss Brill, December's temperature is cool in St. Tropez. Your file includes a weather report."

She flipped the folder open. Cool wasn't in the forecast-downright cold to freezing was what Mother flipping Nature ordered. c.r.a.p.

"Sit down, Kelly." She pushed the Lalique-framed snapshot of her NFL football crush, Brayden Brooks playing at last year's Super Bowl, to her right. Her Lanvin-cuffed wrists swept her client's lipstick project to her left.

Challenged to come up with anything more unique than Rose Petal, Sugar Plum and Earth Red for lip color names, she'd been rebranding SKUs for Baden Cosmetics. Taddy replaced their stickers with new labels, which included Double Penetration, Licked All Over and her personal favorite, c.u.n.ty Red. Clients hired her for one thing and one thing only, to get them press. Lip gloss called Sugar Plum wouldn't secure an editor's attention at HerSay magazine. But c.u.n.ty Red? Most definitely.

"What is it, Miss Brill?" Kelly pushed her unbleached chignon up and sat on the seat's edge with a sharp inhale.

"We have a problem...a whopper to be exact." Taddy heaved her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out. She loved scaring the flat-chested new hires with her knockers.

"Do we?" Kelly asked in terror. Taddy a.s.sumed not from her boss's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, for those she knew Kelly admired because she always stared at them fondly. Her dismay was for the word "problem" that came from Taddy's mouth.

"First, thank you for the gift. It's in red, my favorite color." She loved this pashmina. She owned five at home identical to this one.

"I read in the company handbook you are to be branded in red at all times."

"Red is the color for intensity-I am a deep person, Kelly."

"I see, Miss Brill."

"Red enables people to make quick decisions, a motto I live by." She tapped her acrylics on the Horchow mirrored desktop. "It also embodies strength and power. Two traits I strive for. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am." Kelly made a noise. She swallowed hard-twice.

"I'm going to make you my new executive personal a.s.sistant. You'll get a ten percent raise and a company credit card with a wardrobe allowance."

"Yeah!"

"Calm down." Taddy had planned to promote her anyway.

"Thank you, Miss Brill. I'm so excited. I can't wait to tell my parents-oh boy." She collapsed into the high-backed chair, eyes beaming.

"We must do something about your name."

"My name?" She paused. "It's Kelly-Kelly Ivy Kailyn Izatt."

Taddy made an extra effort not to roll her eyes. She hated to make anyone think their birth name was not unique or that they weren't special, or above all, that they were just another Kelly. "We have three Kellys on salary-Kelly Barnes, Kel Michaels and Kelbie something-or-another." Taddy had reached the conclusion that Kelbie p.i.s.sed while standing although he dressed from the waist down in a skirt. He strutted better in high heels than Brill girls. Kelbie came from Atlanta. His paycheck Taddy signed each week was addressed to a "Kelly Brian Green".

"What about using my middle name?"

"Ivy makes me itch." She scowled.

"What do you suggest we do then, Miss Brill?"

"Your initials are K.I.K.I. Use those." She was keen on having an a.s.sistant named Kiki.

"Kiki's different." Her executive a.s.sistant's face lit up. Taddy Brill's new executive a.s.sistant, Kiki, was created.

"So is that all, Miss Brill?" Shoulders raised, she went to stand.

"No-"

Kiki stayed seated. "Oh..."

"I can't go to St. Tropez with Lex."

"Was it my weather report?" She reached for the folder on Taddy's desk.

"I love the heat." I love my t.i.ts. She loved showing off her t.i.ts in the heat.

"Lex and you want to go somewhere warmer, I take it?"

"Hotter. Much hotter." Without notice, she glided her hands over her decolletage and tugged at her Carine Gilson bra straps. The lingerie purchase was a suggestion from Lex. While shopping in Paris, her friend urged her that if she wore the best foundation garments she'd be less intent on taking them off all the time. Nothing was better for her b.r.e.a.s.t.s than Carine Gilson. Regardless, the desire to go topless burned inside her.

Her a.s.sistant coughed. "May I be personal with you for a minute, Miss Brill?" Kiki turned her face away in possible fear she'd be flashed at her boss's self-groping.

"Of course." Taddy hoped this would be good. She loved when Brill girls dished on themselves. Lonely at the top, Taddy was no longer included in chatter at the water-cooler.

"My friend DJ Dejon spins at several parties in Europe this time of year-"

"Don't take this the wrong way." Fighting the urge to laugh, she bit down on her lower lip and sat back in her chair. She always tried to demonstrate a high opinion of her girls. "How does a native from Provo, Utah, have a DJ friend named Dejon who spins in Europe?"

"We're friends online through a chat room, ma'am."

"Aah, makes sense." G.o.d bless cyber introductions.

"Anyways." Kiki pulled out a flyer from her paper stack. It listed DJ Dejon's tour dates.

To Taddy's surprise, he trotted the globe. "Wow."

"New Year's Eve, Dejon is spinning in Algarve, Portugal."

She leaned closer. "And?" An open tube of c.u.n.ty Red glossed her left nipple. This gave her ideas for other color cosmetic names. Taddy jotted down in her notebook MelonLicious and Utah Virgin.

"Dejon posted Algarve in his online chat room as the hottest place this winter-both temperature- and scene-wise." She flashed her small white teeth, scoring huge with this season's tip.

"Love it. Book it. Thank you, Kiki, darling." She reached for her cell and texted Lex the change in plans. Kiki chatted on about DJ Dejon's music while Taddy received an immediate reply from Lex. It read, "Make the reservation under our code names".