The Tycoons : Part 2 (Pls Crit)

When he heard the sound of the tea being poured, he turned around and quite uncharacteristically smiled.
"Ah, there you are Miss Robintrop. And how are you this morning, hmmm? Feeling a little better, I hope?"

"Oh yes, Sir, much better, Sir. ‘Top of the morning', as they would say in your part of the world."
"I'm glad to hear that. You know that there's something funny going on down there. There's a huge crowd and all of them are looking up at our building. For a moment, I thought that they were looking directly at me?
There was a strange gleam in her eyes.
"Well, Sir, they are looking at you. They want to catch a glimpse of you before..."
"Oh come on, Miss Robintrop. You have this quite delightful sense of humour. Looking at me? I say, that's rather unlikely, wouldn't you say?"

She frowned a little like a teacher trying t explain something to a difficult child.
"But, Sir, they are looking at you. They're wondering when you are going to jump."

His face flushed and he raised his eyebrows. Then, making a sound that was like something between a guffaw and a snort, he gave the first laugh that Midas Towers had ever been witness to.
He soon calmed down and restored some of his dignity by delicately wiping his lips with his silk handkerchief.
"Oh there you go again, Miss Robintrop. You say the most remarkable things. May I ask you to give me any reason to jump? It's not really done. So undignified, don't you think?"
"Well. Sir, they feel that all bankrupt stockbrokers should jump from their windows. They feel that it's a tradition. Like the Japanese Hari Kiri."

He stared at her with some amusement for a while.
"Ah, but the thing is that I'm not bankrupt."
"Sir, these may not be the words that you would like to hear at this moment while you sip your Earl Grey, but the truth is that you don't have a cent to your name."
Not knowing what to say, he listened in awe as she explained how she had swapped the phones around during the previous evening.
Then, like a slow dawn, a dim light came into his eyes and began to get brighter and brighter. They looked like dying stars that light up before they become black holes.

"You mean...if I understand you correctly...you mean that I said "buy now" into the "sell now" telephone. That I said "sell now" into the "buy now" telephone? Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, I say, that's quite a shock, don't you think?'

She stared at him for a while, walked up to him and took both of his hands in hers. Surprised by her action, he did not notice that as she did so, some of the feel good gold dust rubbed off onto his hands. Then when she moved her fingers she caused the exotic and seductive potion to enter the outer layers of his body and circulate throughout his body.
His eyes suddenly blazed. No longer were they dying stars but fireworks at a carnival. He gave the broadest smile and laughed and laughed. This time the sound of his merriment was one of pure joy.
He immediately walked over to the cocktail cabinet, selected two Venetian style glasses and filled then with a red wine. Handing one glass to her, he spoke with a very unfamiliar recklessness.

"May I propose a toast to you, dear Miss Robintrop. Let it be known that I'll be forever in your debt, dear lady. Let's clink our glasses and then let me bare my soul to you."
"Very well, Sir. Then, as the say in London...'bottoms up'."
"ha ha ha. Now what would they say here in the US about you? Ah, I know. You're really something else. Is that right?'
Then slowly he made a deep confession to her. As he poured his heart out, he told her things that he had never mentioned to anyone else before.

He explained that he had never experienced what others called job satisfaction. He told her how dull and tiresome his life was and that the only moment of real joy that he ever had was sail boarding across the river every day.
After he had poured his heart out, he looked earnestly at her.
"Dear Miss Robintrop. Forgive for putting this burden on your delicate but rather charming shoulders. You see I would value your advice. Very much. What do you think that I should do now?"

She had listened to him with a total patience but when he asked her for her help, she spun around and walked over to the hat rack near the door. From it, she took two white walking sticks.
She gave him one and kept the other.
Then she took him by his arm and led him to an open space in front of his desk.

"Now, Sir, take the cane in your right hand and swing it around and around."
She looked at the way that he tried to do what she asked.
"Faster, Sir. The cane must really move."
After a while, she nodded her head in approval.

"Now, Sir, we do some footwork. Just do what I say. Bend a little forward and then two stepd to your right and two steps back again. Good. That was perfect.
Now two steps to the left and back again. Keep that cane swinging, Sir."
He had become the perfect learner. He obeyed each of her commands to the best of his ability and with obvious pleasure.

"Now, Sir, turn your back to me and let your bottom tough mine. Oh, don't worry about it. It's just a dance. As we touch you sway two times to the left and then two times to the right."
After practicing the move for a while, she stopped and looked at him. She seemed satisfied with the progress so far.

"Now, Sir, we must liven things up a little. Let's do all these routines while doing a little tap dancing. Let's try, Sir. I know that you can do it."

When they had done there routines a few times, she stepped back and clapped her hands in approval.
"That's fine, Sir. Not perfect yet...but we're getting there."
"Oh, I say, Miss Robintrop. This was jolly good fun. It was most enjoyable. Far better than doing all that telephone stuff. As they would say here in the US...you made my day."

Epilogue

The Dancing Tycoons, famous for their pinstripe suits, bowler hats and white canes, traveled throughout the US and Europe. Wherever they danced, there were standing ovations.

After a grand finale at Las Vegas, in front of a packed house, they retired and lived happily ever after.