One Wild Night

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking at Tom as though he was doubting his sanity.

"Never felt better," Tom said with a grin as he stood up from his seat and walked over to the window to admire the beautiful view of the sea beyond.

"Why do I find that so difficult to believe? You have been acting so out of character that I'm beginning to wonder if I need to call you a doctor," Harry said, making Tom's smile widen even more as he turned to look at his friend.

"I have, haven't I?"

"Come on Tom! This isn't you. What are you doing? Why are you doing all this? First it was wanting to become a driver and own a small town apartment. Next it was talking about changing your looks, which I'm glad you didn't..."

"Haven't, not didn't. I am getting it done today. I just need to take care of something first," Tom corrected.

"And now you want to make her your personal assistant? You want her to see your face and find out who you are?" Harry continued, choosing to ignore what Tom had just said.

"If your worry is about her seeing my face, then you really don't have to bother yourself. I have it all figured out. She isn't going to see this face. And the few times she might get to see me, I will make sure I am beyond recognizable," Tom assured Harry.

Harry ran his right fingers through his hair in frustration, "Beyond recognizable? What does that even mean? What has come over you for crying out loud? Where is Thomas Hank?"

Tom chuckled, and then tried to keep a straight face when Harry glared at him, "I'm right here," Tom said, tapping his chest, "Look, this whole idea is not as crazy as you think. Just see this as me trying the have fun and relax. I'm trying to take that leave you have been badgering me to take for eons,"

"The only thing I see you taking leave of, is your senses. Don't you think you're doing too much for a lady you don't even know much about?" Harry asked with a concerned frown.

"Isn't that the point of everything? How am I expected to know much about her if I don't get close to her? And how can I get close to her when she keeps trying to get me fired as her driver? I'm just doing this to secure my spot by her side," Tom said as he returned to his desk and sat down by the edge, making Harry narrow his eyes at him.

"What is so wrong with meeting her as Thomas Hank?"

"Do you really need me to answer that question? You ask like you don't know how women pretend around a wealthy man. We have been through this whole discussion already, just stop boring me with your questions. Please stop! You're beginning to sound like my mother!" Tom said with a shake of his head.

"Why her? What is so special about her?" Harry asked in resignation.

"I already told you. She intrigues me,"

Harry paused for sometime, and then his eyes lit up when something else occurred to him, "You lied to me about how you met her, right? Something happened between the both of you other than what you told me, didn't it?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I didn't lie. I chose to withhold some information, but I definitely didn't lie," Tom corrected.

"Why? What are you hiding?" Harry asked, curiously. He knew whatever Tom was keeping from him was probably the reason he was hell-bent on getting close to Lucy, and that was also the reason Lucy wasn't comfortable with him being her driver.

"It is personal, so I can't tell you anything." Tom said with a grin.

"Come on! I thought I was your best friend?" Harry asked, making a cute face.

"No you're not. And you shouldn't do that with your face, you look awful," Tom scowled at him, making Harry sigh.

"Okay. I get it. You don't want to tell me whatever happened between yourself and Miss Perry at the club. But can you at least tell me your plan? What is her job description now? What am I supposed to do? How do you hope on avoiding her so she doesn't see you? How do you shuffle between being the CEO and being her driver at the same time?" Harry asked, looking at him expectantly as he waited for the answers to his questions.

"Like I said, she will be my personal assistant. I will communicate with her via my office line as give her instructions daily. She doesn't have to do much paper work, but we will give her something just to make her think she is really working. I want her to be at my beck and call. All you have to do, is be around to keep her on her toes." Tom said with a wink.

"And you? What do you want to do about your appearance?"

"My brother is an actor, remember? I can easily get bears and wigs to diguise myself. That shouldn't be too difficult. I will drop her off at the office as Tom her driver, and meet her in the office as Mr Hank, her boss." Tom said with an excited twinkle in his eyes.

"You're insane!" Harry said with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, you've been saying that all week." Tom said as his eyes fell on the wall clock, "It's time to serve my lady her lunch. Got to go. Let's talk later," Tom said as he stood up and headed for his private elevator, and Harry followed him.

"Tom?" Harry called for the last time before he could get into the elevator, hoping Tom would let him talk some sense into him.

"You know me. And I believe you've always trusted my judgement, right?" Tom asked, and Harry sighed, "Just trust me as you have always done, okay?" Tom said before getting into the elevator.. He smiled once the door closed, and couldn't help feeling sorry for Harry who he knew was really trying hard to be a good friend.