He Joked That His Boss Needed a Wife—She Pushed Him Onto the Bed and Whispered, “Then Be Mine”

He Joked That His Boss Needed a Wife—She Pushed Him Onto the Bed and Whispered, “Then Be Mine”

Chapter 5

Theme:
Font Size:
24px

Victoria was quiet for a moment. So, you decided for me, she said, because it's easier than risking that what you want and what I want might not match. Yeah, and the Westport thing specifically. The Westport thing specifically, he said, is that I talked myself into recommending it to myself before you even knew about it. Because then when you left it would be because I supported it, not because I'd held on too long and cost you something.

She set down her cup. Ryan, she said, in the tone of someone who has just understood something fully and is not sure whether to be moved by it or furious at it. I know that is so. That is such a specific kind of self-defeating. I know.

You were going to lose the thing you didn't want to lose by trying to protect it. That is correct. She shook her head. It wasn't angry anymore. It was something that might have been fond if they'd been further along than they were.

I have a version of the same thing, she said. Mine is I over-function. I take on more than I should. I run the whole board myself. And then when someone gets close enough to actually help, I find a reason that their help is insufficient.

Because if I can't be managed, I can't be left. She looked at him. Marcus used to say I treated our relationship like a project she was lead creative director on, and he was a very junior stakeholder. He wasn't entirely wrong. He was not entirely wrong.

She picked up her cup again. So, we're both very well-defended people who have built excellent professional lives around the specific shape of what we're afraid of. That's one way to put it. Is there a better way? Probably not.

The food arrived. They ate for a few minutes in the comfortable silence that had always been one of the things about them they'd never needed to fill space with words, which had made it easy to work together, and also easy to pretend the silences weren't carrying something. Westport, Victoria said, when the plates were half cleared. Ryan looked up. Here's what I actually think about Westport, she said, when I think about it without your voice in my head telling me it's strategically correct.

She set down her fork. It's a significant account. Daniel Holt is serious and the budget is real. And the 18-month embedded piece terrifies me because I've spent four years building something at Oak Ridge and walking away from it even temporarily means something I haven't fully priced. What does it mean?

It means, she said carefully, that I've been assuming this phase was preparatory. That I was building towards something. She looked at him and I think I only admitted to myself recently that part of what I'm building toward is here. Is this. She gestured between them.

Whatever this is going to be. He held her gaze. So you don't want to go. He said. I don't want to go.

She said. But I also don't want to stay because of a thing that doesn't have a shape yet. I need it to have a shape. What kind of shape? She looked at him steadily.

The kind where you stop making calls on my behalf. The kind where if something is hard or scary you tell me instead of processing it into a recommendation. The kind where I'm a person you're in something with, not a project you're managing. That's fair. It's non-negotiable.

I know. He paused. My version is that you let me in when things are hard instead of building the architecture higher. You don't have to run the whole board. I'm not Marcus.

I'm not going to feel threatened by your ambition. I am going to push back when I think you're wrong and I need you to not penalize me for it. You've been pushing back for three years. In a professional context. I mean the other kind.

She considered this. The Ryan, your entire emotional survival strategy is self-defeating kind. Exactly that kind. Her mouth did the narrow, precise smile. I think I can manage that.

I think you'll be very good at it. She laughed. The real one. Outside the restaurant window, October was doing its thing, the city streaming past. Taxis and pedestrians and the particular amber quality of street lights on a cool evening.

Ryan watched her laugh and thought about three years of careful calibration and how strange it was that the thing they'd both been protecting against was the same thing. There's a version of the Westport account, he said, that doesn't require 18 months embedded. She looked at him. If they want you specifically, they want your creative direction. That can be structured as a consulting lead with anchor weeks on site, not a full relocation.

You need to propose it, and Holt would need to agree. And it's a harder conversation than just taking the offer as presented. He paused. But I've seen you walk a client from their initial ask to a better outcome about 40 times. This is the same thing.

Victoria was quiet, and he could see her actually considering it not as a concession, but as a legitimate strategy. Working it. Priya would need to back the modified structure, she said. Priya has been running Oak Ridge for 7 years. She knows how to structure senior talent deals.

And she wants to keep you. How do you know what Priya wants? Because she told me Monday that this account could change the shape of the studio. And she looked at me the way she looks at things she's not saying everything about. He met her eyes.

News in the same category

He Joked That His Boss Needed a Wife—She Pushed Him Onto the Bed and Whispered, “Then Be Mine”

7 Part