He always greets me very politely but I do not respond in kind. For instance, each morning the mailroom clerk delivers mail to me. In fact, I purposely kept my distance from my employees since I did not want them to pry into my private life. Normally I would not have been so friendly with any customer, lower level employee, or serviceman. He smiled at me and asked if I would like to have a drink with him after work. He was good looking but in a commanding and rough way. "Please call me Aiden." I was fascinated by his demeanor. He completed his repair within a half hour and told me that it was not a serious problem.
I thanked him profusely and moved away from my computer so he could work. He apologized for his appearance since he had been riding his bike and the call was unexpected since it was his day off. I can only describe him as a swarthy looking tall man. I had expected a geek but was I surprised when he entered. My computer needed servicing so when my secretary informed me that the computer guy was there, I told her to please send him in. Since I was a higher level employee, I was lucky enough to rate an enclosed and private office. Nothing to do except work! I had been working there for a few weeks and was beginning to make friends. The salary was outstanding even though the company was located off the grid. I had just moved to this little town, having been offered a position in a multi-national company. As I entered, I thought about the past week and what prompted me to go there in the first place.
Was I looking for trouble? Actually I was playing with fire. In particular it catered to the rough crowd. I have a cock addiction and so I found myself entering a local club but not any old club but one known to cater to bikers.