The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I remember thinking that it might not be too bad. Kins had been to these things
before and hated them. He needed them now though as they were a major
opportunity for his new company. Most of the ‘natives’ didn’t speak Polish and
would need a translator. There were practically zero English translators who
spoke Polish. Kins was a rare breed and if he appreciated how rare he was, the
power that he held in this kind of company, he would have been more confident
than he was.
We slapped on our name tags and grabbed a drink then began circulating. I had
gotten accustomed to such schmoozing working for Minkins and Minkins but
this time I wasn’t selling anything, I should have been selling myself. I would
have been as well if I knew what I wanted to do.
There was a woman coming our way so I nudged Kins to alert him and as he
turned to her she spoke.
"Tulisa." She said offering her hand to Kins.
"To lose a what?" I laughed.
Kins shot me a look that I hadn't seen before but instantly knew meant that he
wanted me to go fuck myself. So I obliged and I left him to mingle while I
drunk.
I sat at the bar and threw back the whiskey while I thought about what I wanted
to do. I eyed up the barmaid as she shook her cocktail shaker and rump in
unison. She was positively Kylie sized tiny and she was working the room
harder than anyone. She saw me watching her and I saw her watching me watch