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Denmark turned towards Petra and once again locked her in his gaze. “Let me worry about that!<br />
You worry about those claims people. Can you handle that?”<br />
Two weeks ago, she would have been irritated that this black American was trying to put her<br />
down. Right now, it was business and his question was not personal. It was business.<br />
“Look, I’m the one who wrote the business processes for this company. I even helped Rizwan<br />
code them into our computers.”<br />
“Rizwan?” Denmark spat out the name. He glared at Rizwan’s solitary cubicle at the far end of the<br />
operations floor where he supervised his small team of programmers. “Can we depend on him?”<br />
“Sure! Why not? Rizwan will do all that he can. He always has.” Petra said confidently. She<br />
studied the mistrust in Denmark’s eyes. “Listen, I know that we haven’t treated you too kindly but<br />
don’t judge everyone on our little island. We are a somewhat complicated people.”<br />
“Yeah, you are,” Denmark groaned. “Let’s just get started. No disrespect, but this is not the time<br />
for cultural sensitivity.” Denmark’s entire demeanor suddenly changed. “And listen—,” Denmark<br />
eyed Petra coldly.<br />
“Let me explain something, Miz. Eddington,” he said, returning to professional formality. Petra’s<br />
body tensed at the chilliness in Denmark’s voice. “It’s not my job to make you look good or make you<br />
look bad. I’m not your friend; I’m not your enemy. I’m going to call it as I see it, your strengths as<br />
well as your weaknesses.”<br />
Petra shook her head. “Understood. Let’s get to work, Mister Alexander.” She pivoted and headed<br />
for her office.<br />
You could still call me Petra, damn it, she muttered to herself.<br />
Denmark logged onto his computer. The email icon beeped. He clicked on his floating e-mail<br />
icon. Another short message:<br />
THANK YOU! - SUNSQUARED<br />
He jerked his head in the direction of Sunny DuVille. She looked up and smiled, then turned away.<br />
He shook his head. What irony. The salvation of this mostly East Indian company might just be three<br />
black people.<br />
* * *<br />
On Wednesday, while on his way to secure documents from the financial area, he passed by Sunny<br />
DuVille’s desk on the other side of the operations floor. As he walked up behind her, he still couldn’t<br />
understand why she didn’t model. Her height, flawless dark skin, long neck and cheekbones and high<br />
arching eyebrows would catch the attention of many agencies. She was engrossed in her computer and<br />
didn’t see him as he approached, although the eye gossip on the operations floor had started as soon<br />
as he neared her desk. He stood by her desk for a second, looking at her. She looked up and smiled.<br />
Denmark made the first move.<br />
“Hey, what’s up? How’s it going?” He offered a broad smile.<br />
“Mr. Alexander! Hellooo, good afternoon. How are you?” Her<br />
Trinidadian accent was rich, soft and sensual.<br />
Denmark rolled his eyes. “Whew! Busy! Very busy!”<br />
“I see. What it ‘tis you’re doing?” Sunny rested her chin on her balled fist and her large eyes