Me And Mr. I.T. (Kupid's Cove Book 2) Read Free Page B

everything is working clean again. Those big programs usually need a lot of power from the CPU, so you can’t have twenty other tabs open on the internet and other programs running, at least not on a computer like this. You may want to consider talking to Mr. Armstrong about getting a computer that can handle the workload you throw at it.”
    “I wouldn’t know how to turn it on,” I grumbled and she laughed.
    “There’s always Mr. I.T. I’m certain he could walk you through the process. He could probably even recommend the best computer for your application.”
    I groaned, “We aren’t supposed to call him Mr. I.T. He wants us to call him Mally, remember?”
    “Regardless of what you call him, he knows his stuff and would be helpful.”
    I waved my hand around. “I’ll think about it. It does get annoying when this thing crashes all the time. Maybe I’ll email Gideon and see what he says then go from there.”
    She went to the door of my office and stopped, hugging the doorjamb. “You don’t need to email him. You have a meeting with him in thirty minutes.”
    I glanced at my blotter that also served as a calendar and shook my head. “No, that’s tomorrow according to my calendar.”
    She pointed at the computer. “Check your email. Oh wait, you can’t, because your computer is a piece of garbage. Gideon changed the meeting; it’s in thirty minutes.”
    I sighed. “Good thing I’ve got you around or I would never be anywhere on time.”
    “Ain’t that the truth?” She giggled, and winked so I knew she was kidding. “If I were you I would get there a few minutes early to talk to him about your technology needs. I happen to know this meeting isn’t your run of the mill marketing meeting.”
    “What does that mean?” I asked, standing up and walking around my desk.
    “It means you’re going to need a computer that doesn’t freeze up every time you turn around for what Mr. Armstrong is going to discuss with you. Now then, I’ll let you get back to your work.”
    She waltzed out of my office on her bare feet as though she didn’t have a care in the world. What in the love of everything holy is she talking about? The owner of Kupid’s Arrow Resort, Gideon Armstrong, is hands on when it comes to the properties he manages. He has resorts scattered across the islands and it’s my job to market them directly to vacationers and honeymooners alike. The two biggest resorts are Orchid Reef in Honolulu and the one I’m standing in, Kupid’s Arrow, on the beautiful island of Maui. The rest of the properties are smaller, and he employs general managers to run them, but I still have to market all of them collectively, yet with an eye on what each resort offers individually. It can be a real nightmare to keep track of everything and this computer isn’t making it any easier.
    We have monthly marketing meetings to discuss what’s working and what’s not, and to run ideas past each other that we think would improve the overall atmosphere and reputation of Kupid Enterprises. I couldn’t see how this meeting would be any different. I certainly hadn’t seen a memo that there were changes to come, but then again I didn’t get the memo the meeting day had changed either. I felt a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach. I had no idea what Lisa was talking about and I felt as though Gideon didn’t want me to know ahead of time. I don’t like surprises, especially work surprises.
    Suddenly the thought occurred to me that maybe he wasn’t happy with my work anymore. I’ve been tracking the different campaigns we’ve been running for each resort, and our numbers look fantastic. Gideon isn’t the kind of guy to air employee problems in front of other employees, so I doubted my performance influenced the meeting change in any way. When I took my walk this morning, the resort teemed with those escaping the cold of the winter on the mainland as they enjoyed sand volleyball, paddle boarding, and swimming, all