Send her on her way. You have another visitor and an invitation

After more hugs and grateful praise, Naomi pulls on her dress and brushes her tousled hair. She gives you another thankful smile, and a lingering kiss goodbye before leaving, giving her rump a final twitch as she heads out the door.

Smiling, you pick up your phone and call Philip Dahlen's boss. In a few short sentences you arrange for him to transfer Naomi's husband to your department, effective immediately. He seems mildly surprised, telling you that Philip is not a strong employee, but seems happy to be rid of him, and the two of you end the conversation with a promise to meet for drinks sometime soon.

Hanging up the phone, you turn your attention to work, burying yourself in some reports for an hour until Meghan taps at your door.

"Excuse me Mr. Chandler. Mr. Dahlen is asking if he can have a moment. I told him that you're busy but..."

"That's alright Meghan, send him in," you tell her, leaning back in your chair.

You've met Philip Dahlen a few times. He's a handsome man, but it's evident that there isn't a lot of brains to go with his looks. You rise and shake his hand, gesturing him to the chair in front of your desk.

"I just wanted to express my thanks for bringing me onto your team Mr. Chandler," he says with a deferential smile. "I'm really looking forward to working with you."

"Good," you answer. "I understand you've had some...challenges...in the past, but hopefully you can put that behind you."

"I have no doubt of it sir," he replies with blithe confidence that seems unshaken by any self awareness. "I don't think you'll regret bringing me on board."

"I hope not. A lot of people count on us here. I wouldn't be happy to see any member of the team letting us all down."

You see him gulp, but he puts his confident smile back on his face. "You've made my wife very happy Mr. Chandler. I phoned and told her about moving to your department and she was really excited. Um...I'd like to ask you, and your wife of course, to come to dinner at our house. Tonight, if you're not busy....I know it's short notice, but we'd be very pleased..."

"My wife and I would be delighted to come," you smile. "If you're sure it's ok with your wife."

"She'll be very pleased," Philip says with a nod. "She loves to show off her cooking for company."

"I'm sure she's excellent," you smile as you usher him out of your office and turn back to your desk with a thoughtful smile. You phone your wife, relating the events of the day, and chatting over the possibilities of the dinner party.

It has the potential to be quite memorable, you smile to yourself.