Nods have been exchanged, eyebrows raised an half inch, a quick side step was made to avoid bodily contact at the "turning of the corner incident at the airport". Blushes were saved and unwarranted rumours of 'boys will be boys' on Monday in the typing pool avoided. Typing Pool I am so ..oooh... 80's.
Now we are travellers together forced into a voyage of mutual discovery, at the beginning we will talk about the job, the weather, the football, I hope, the family or lack of, gradually moving onto the wonderful dinner, the quality of the hotel room, and at the end we may be bosom friends having laughed at a common cause, or perhaps we may nod a goodbye and shake a hand and hope the project never happens or at least not with him or me ~these feelings can be mutual.
A project failing on inner personal chemistry. Business is not always business.
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