Negotiations

An excerpt of the novel A post impressionistic career.

Negotiations

"A post impressionistic career"

An excerpt

The time was five minutes past twelve, fifieen minutes past the time Zivit wished him to get there and wait for her; but he did not think that he should dance according to the sounds of her flute, she has after all much to gain by accepting Dvorkin's offer. Thus when he reached the Bistro restaurant Zivit was there already sitting next to a far corner table, away from the few couples and the few individuals that were present there.

Tsevieli went straight towards her table with a smile of "glad to see you again", not too broad is if he is excusing his being fifteen minutes late.

Zivit smiled back but she kept sitting intrigued.

Tsevieli sat down opposite her and looked at her eyes a few seconds, as if he was dazzled by her looks.

'Shouldn't we start with a small celebration, a drink?'

'There's no reason yet to celebrate.' She answered with determination. 'I'll have a glass of mineral water, I'm thirsty.

Tsevieli looked back and noticed one of the waiters that was free. He  summoned him with a rasied arm. The latter that stood bored at the side of bar's counter arrived with a quick gait.

'A scotch and a glass of mineral water please,' Tsevieli ordered him and turned back to Zivit.

'What would you like to have Zivit?' He was already busy checking the menu. She'll be more cooperative after she'll enjoy the food. Tsevieli concluded and kept sitting silently opposite her, when the drinks were brought they drank in silence; and he did notice her obvious embarrassment. He let her order and ordered the same dish, and dedicated his attention to his plate; enhancing the mental siege on Zivit's conscious, up to the end of the meal.

'Would you like a dessert or coffee?' He asked her as soon as she cleaned her plate.

'No thank you but what I do like to know is the purpose of this meeting.'

'We wish to have you back, and I'm here to let you realize how much we miss you.'

'Do stop talking gibberish, you're his envoy aren't you?'

'That's right I'm here to offer you better conditions, and his promise to treat you with respect.

'I'm expected then to withdraw my complaint…'

'Yes Zivit that's right and you won't regret it, you'll have your job back with better conditions and you'll be promoted quicker than anyone else.'

'He isn't the paper's owner, so how would he be able to keep his promise?' Zivit had no intention to give in yet. 'What if I'll withdraw my complaint and return to serve him, and after three months or less he'll fire me due to some dubious pretext?'

'I've a letter with his signature, it's phrased like a letter but it's in fact a detailed contract.' Tsevieli assured her and pulling the letter out of his jacket's inner pocket he handed it to her.

I believe I've done it, Tsevieli thought with much hope, waiting for her decision.

'I'll read it later and call you to let you know my answer.' She said after a short while, like a staunch businesswoman. 'I'll leave before you if you don't mind.'

'It's okay Zivit and thanks so much for your patience,' Tsevieli added with a smile, while she rose to her feet and went out.

'Well what happened you'd a raw?' The waiter asked him while putting the bill on the table.

'You know how women are, and she's good looking and hard to get.' Tsevieli answered him laughing. He was in a rather good mood, and left the waiter a generous tip.

 Haim Kadman October the 20^th 2014 �" all rights reserved.