I stepped across the floor from my bathroom to my bed. I was exhausted and had to be in Atlanta in the morning to meet with Mark. He wouldn't tell me what we were preparing for so I didn't even think to worry. I slipped off into sleep finally, the darkness turned into a dream.
I could see Mark's face, his eyes focused on mine, moving back and forth slowly. It was dark, and an unsettling feeling washed all over me. Mark was clenching his face, and I just laid there trying to imagine it wasn't happening. This was my ticket to a career. This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare that I've rewinded so many times before. I was drunk, but I was conscious. I don't remember if I said no. He started to close his eyes and all I could do is not imagine my stepfather's face.
I finally emerged from that sordid dream, I was so happy to be awake. I picked up my phone, it was 4:30. I got dressed and walked outside. I had two hours before my plane began boarding for Atlanta. I looked down the curb at my Macan Diesel and thought about the congested airport. Then my GT3 crossed my mind with the thought of tearing down I-85 before dawn. I went back to the garage and slipped behind the wheel. The whiny and raspy notes mixed together and rapped my ears as they reverberated off the buildings.
As I sped down 277 I saw the taillights of what I knew was another 997. At this time of the morning two Porsches travelling the same path was rare. I sped up to get closer to the bugeyed car ahead, then I noticed it was brown. I pulled alongside and looked over, it was definitely him. In that same instant the brown Targa bolted away across three lanes towards 77 north. I sped up to be sure it was him but he broke off the freeway faster than I could turn.
I wonder how he is, it's been quite a while since I left the lake house. As I barrelled down I-85 I spent the entire time thinking how I could've been less indifferent when he said he loved me. No matter how much I think over it now, I know I can't change it. I wonder if he noticed who I was, he had to with how fast he sped away. I wonder if he's livid at how I behaved.
Hours later, as I barrelled onto I-285, I wasn't worried about him, I was worried about this meeting with Mark; the last time he called like this I got sent to assist the marketing team in Russia. I pulled into the car park and grabbed a hole right at the end of the reserved spaces. I locked my lightweight doors and walked into Suite 1000: the Porsche Cars North America office.
I walked into the cold lobby of the office to see the entire office crowded around two cars. As I got closer I realised what had everybody so excited, the new 991 Turbo S and the GT3. I saw Mark boasting about how he was going to buy one now that he's divorced and was smart enough to get a prenuptial agreement. I approached him quickly so I could get out of here as soon as possible.
"What did you call me down here for?"
"Well, good morning."
"If this was because you were lonely, I'm going straight back to Charlotte."
"No. Actually, I need your help with something. You know our new headquarters is almost done, I need you to help plan and host the opening party."
"There is going to be a HPDE situation going on downstairs at the test track, and you and Richard Speicher are going to go show off for the journalists in these."
"Now I'm excited."
"Right now I need you to get invites out to this list of people Gary Fong sent me. Add whoever you like to see there that aren't Fong-friendly too. He doesn't have control over this."
"I'll get right on it."
I could feel his eyes pinching my ass when I walked away. I quickly started going over the list and thought of people to add. Hmmm... Blake Z. Rong from Autoweek, I'll make sure to add Derek Kreindler from TTAC. Hmmm... "Jerry Seinfeld: Owner" have to make sure he doesn't try to turn this into something entertaining. Hmmm, they have Jack Baruth listed as a writer for Road & Track here. Oh, there's Wayne Carini and... Wait, Paul Hargrove? Oh no. They have him listed as an owner. I guess the building is big enough for me to avoid him and his brown Targa. I should drag someone there with me, I can't be in the same volume of air as him alone. I don't have the words for him yet.