A Briefcase of Europe

Emmet Waters shifted in his business class seat twice getting comfortable, and then pulled off his shoes. He remembered the advice to drink plenty of liquids on international flights. What liquids? Orange juice, beer? He thought as he saw the beverage cart in the plane’s galley. Being new to the trans-Atlantic world, Emmet had some trepidation and anxiety. Right now he felt excited to experience Europe and powerful. Yea, beer to settle my stomach.

His company launched into Europe their executive training classes, picking Emmet who demonstrated a positive knack for handling successfully diverse groups. He jumped at the opportunity to spear head the effort, even though it meant more days away from home. He managed one European trainer in the UK, Richard Angler, the initial financial risk, to help implement the strategy for Europe. Richard had proved effective selling into several global companies based in London, so the right European to help with expansion.

“Remember, all in moderation,” Carol, his wife said, as she kissed him at the airport.

“I know how to be moderate, most of the time,” smirked Emmet as he held Carol he touched her bottom.

“It’s your first flight over the Atlantic. You’ve never flew for eight hours.” Carol’s eyes closed slightly, her brow crinkled into a frown.

“I can handle it.”

“Did you organize anytime with Gannon? I think your brother’s in Brussels. Based over there, he could be helpful.”

“No. Didn’t work out.”

“Be safe.” Carol gave him one more kiss and grabbed his bottom.