Mr. Gallo

I knew Adrian was in town, but I had no idea why. I didn’t waste any time making it to my next interview. Sure New York is large, and a lot of international travelers come here, but he didn’t make it seem as if his work brought him to the states.

My next interview is with Paul King, who was the CEO of a media outlet. A big competition in the journaling industry because why read it when you can watch or listen to it? I made sure to bring my camera to snap a few photos of each man in action for my articles.

Mr. King is the youngest of the 5 bachelors, but also the wealthiest. He was the most attractive, but some of his qualities were all the help he needed in the dating department. Leave it to him to record our interview like some sort of reality television show.

He stood at about 6’2’’ with the silkiest chocolate skin that would have any woman drooling. You could tell he was fit from his tight-fitted white button-up that hugged each of his muscles. This man was going to be the talk of my interview series and it wouldn’t be any time before some lucky lady scoops him up.

He was polite the entire interview and I could tell that his employees respected him. As I was packing my bag he walked over to talk.

“Thank you for coming out and including me in the lineup.”, he spoke so sophisticatedly.

“You’re welcome, but I must admit that I am only in charge of the interview and writing process.”, I grabbed my bag and put it over my shoulder.

“Would it be too forward if I gave you, my number?”, this is what Jared warned me about.

“Why? Do you need editing to call you back? I am sure I can put in the message for you…”, he cut me off.

“No Leah, my number is for you. To use as you see fit. Daytime, or even night.”, he was hitting on me.

“Oh!”, I exclaimed.

“I hope I didn’t offend you. You are just one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.”, his deep smooth voice sounded sexual.

“Absolutely not. In fact, you just made my day!”, I mean I might as well do what I am accused of.

“Wonderful.”, he grabbed my hand and kissed it.

He gave me a number that he wrote on the top of his business card, I am assuming he had two cell phones because the number for his cell was different than what was printed on the card. I needed that boost in my confidence today.

I was thankful that this interview series was almost over because some of these men needed help fluffing up their love life. As for my love life, it’s almost nonexistent. I am having fun exploring my sexual side though, I have even surprised myself.

It was time to head to my last interview, but I searched everywhere for his name and couldn’t find it in any directory. I went into a coffee shop because they know all the tea of the town and asked anyone where I could find Don VanCooper.

They told me I was looking for a Mr. Cooper of the Daybreak Hospitality Corporation, which was just a few blocks over. I did a quick Google search, and it seems as if he is the oldest bachelor in River Street District. He was never married and didn’t have any children that the media knew about. I also read that he doesn’t frequent New York anymore, he prefers his house off the coast of Guam.

I walked into the building; it was the tallest on River Street. The security was ready for business as I had to walk through two metal detectors and had to get a fingerprint for a visitor pass. Once I was in, I was directed to the 70th floor, it was the executive suite.

When I got up there, I was greeted by a well-dressed male receptionist, who informed me that Mr. Cooper was not in town; but he did provide answers to all the preselected questions along with a handwritten note.

*My apologies for not being in attendance. Please stay and interview the next in line for the CEO position. He will be taking over by the end of the year, and he is a lot younger than I am. My days for love have come and gone, but I appreciate the consideration for the article.*, he seemed like a sweet old man.

The note looked as if it had been written with a shaky hand. I really hate that I didn’t get to meet him, he seemed so nice. I walked back over to the front desk to inquire about the next CEO in line.

I could always do this fold last since it was going to be spread out over 5 covers, which would put me right at the time he would be taking over. I was deep in writing down ideas for how to organize my articles when the young man grabbed my attention.

“Please take the elevator to the floor below and wait in the lobby.”, he pointed towards the elevator.

As I am riding the elevator down, I could feel that the camera was watching me. To test my theory, I moved to the corner to look in the mirror, and from that position, I could see the camera follow me.

I stepped off the elevator and walked over to the lobby. I didn’t see anyone at the front desk, so I took it upon myself to walk around and peek. It wasn’t illegal for me to do that if I stayed out of locked rooms and kept my eyes off company documents.

Besides I was here to write an article about some rich CEO and help him sex up his love life. I was very harmless compared to some of the other women who wanted this assignment. Looking around I followed my nose on a familiar scent, but it led nowhere.

I walked back to the lobby and was greeted by another receptionist.

“Hello, Mr. Gallo is expecting you. He will be here momentarily. Please have a seat in the lobby. We have refreshments and coffee prepared.”, she said.

“Thank you very much.”, I said as I took a seat.

She was a beautiful young woman, maybe in her 30s. She was a mom who proudly displayed her family on her desk. Other than her photos, there were no identifying photos hung.

I pulled out my phone to Google who Mr. Gallo was with the Daybreak Hospitality Corporation, but I came up empty-handed. He had no social media presence and is only referred to as VP Gallo in recent news articles.

It appeared that he was in his late 20s and very ambitious. No articles came up with scandals or love life, but he must be single for Mr. VanCooper to mention me meeting with him. It was odd to not find a trace of someone online.

My search efforts were disturbed by the young woman.

“Mr. Gallo will see you now. Please follow me to the conference room.”, she ushered me down the hall.

We walked down a long-carpeted hall and into a conference room. There was a large oval table made of deep dark wood with intricate detail along the rounded edge. It was surrounded by roughly 20 chairs and one 1 was turned to face the window.

“Hello Mr. Gallo, My name is Leah Fitz, and I am from The Know Magazine. I am here to interview for a Bachelor of River Street series that we are running on the cover.”, he still didn’t turn around.

“Turn around Miss Fitz.”, he didn’t move an inch.

“Excuse me Sir?”, I was confused.

“Turn around and face the door or no interview.”, he demanded.

Something in his voice was familiar and a feeling of obedience washed over me, so I did as he requested. I heard his chair swivel, and he stood up and walked toward me.

“Close your eyes.”, he spoke nearing me.

“Sir this is getting really inappropriate.”, I spat.

“Do as I request or leave. The choice is yours.”, I was mentally searching for the owner of that tone and sexy voice, but I did as he requested.

I heard him loosen and pull off his tie, then I felt him wrap it around my eyes and then he tied it behind my head. He was so close I could feel the heat from his body and his gaze. The burning desire that roamed my body and ignited my arousal, it was Adrian.

His next words made me weak in the knees, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Leah.”.

I wouldn’t be held responsible for what was about to happen next. When the two of us are in the same room, clothing was optional. Mr. Gallo was sure to give me a hot interview, but he also needed to make up for not telling me goodbye.