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Lotus Exige

Lotus Exige

Diecast Model

Having finished tea, Nigel Palmer-Holmes ducked his head out of the break room to conduct a bit of reconnaissance. If he could avoid his boss on the way back to his cubicle, he could escape at a reasonable hour and get to his lower Uckfield flat by nightfall. Avoiding all eye contact, he quickly moved toward his beige-themed work space.

But upon enering, he was crestfallen as all of his stealth had been rendered moot. He spotted a new folder on his desk and on it a note in red ink. His boss, the obtuse Orson Oboe Smith always wrote in red ink when he was most distressed.

The tone was confirmed by the “Must be Done Today!” threat-request on an equally subtle chartreuse post-it pasted to it.

Nigel sat down and lapsed into his sad but steady work mode. Another day (and now, seemingly another evening) of mind numbing make work with artificial deadlines. Was being the Second Assistant to Deputy Director for Actuarial Analysis worth this kind of stress?

It must be, he thought, otherwise why did he keep doing it? He didn’t really want to know that answer, so he set about quickly reviewing the dreary task ahead of him. Behind him came a soft voice. “Oh Nige, I’ve got something I think you’re going to like”.

It was Deborah, the curvy office administrative assistant who was a blonde, buxom bundle of smiles and inferences. “I think it’s one of those little cars you love so dearly” and in her hands she had a brown paper package, and the size told him it was a package from Mr. Knab’s glorious Diecast Emporium.

Forgetting the folder, Mr. Smith and even Deborah’s baby blues for the moment, Nigel grabbed to box and tore it open. It revealed a beautiful Lotus Exige done in beautiful pewter color by AUTO art. Nigel lived for these moments especially on days like today; a new acquisition always quickened his pulse and made him feel instantly tip-top.

Yes, later there would be the matter of trying to find shelf space and the regret of the inevitable credit card debt service. For now there was just the thrill of undoing screws and straps and after his quick extraction a brief once over told him all he need know’; the mesh work on the front valance and rear gator back cover for the mid-engine marvel was surprisingly delicate. The Toyota 2ZZ engine was as unremarkable as the Yokohama tires were unmarked but both were not done badly – more a victim of modern modesty than some less noble artistry than the rest of the top flight modelling.

He struggled to get the “catch-22” braced interior open with its tension band attached to each inner door (how do they even do that he wondered?). Inside he pictured himself buckled in to the elegant leather interior punching the pedal and seeing the white faced speedometer pass 100 mph in a nifty 11 seconds. The panther-esque shape and stance, the lensing, the logos…it was all pure seductive Lotus, a car that a true Englishman could be proud of (and a brand that would never be sold to a former colony for goodness sakes.)

He looked at the folder on his desk and the note from his insolent boss. He looked at the model. A quick check of his retirement fund on the web confirmed he dad £500,000 in his pension. At that moment the “is it worth it” question disquietingly re-emerged.

Tonight, he surmised, he had two choices; work until midnight on the folder that had been unceremoniously laid on his desk or find out if Deborah was only a whisper and a promise. Screwing up his courage, he marched straight away to the front desk.

“Deborah, how would you like to go for a ride tonight in a silver….no, make that chrome orange Lotus Exige? I have one on order and would really like you to accompany me to London tonight to pick it up. Interested?”

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“Well, Nigel, who knew…yes, I would. Do I have put on my under things or can I go as is?” she asked playing with the hem of her mini-skirt.

“As is will, no doubt, be splendid.“

As Nigel walked back to his desk to place a call to his nearest Lotus dealer (certainly there had to be at least one he thought) he said,

“Deborah, please take a letter.” He paused for effect, thinking of just the right words and intoned “Dear Mr. Smith…”

There would be no shelf space drama tonight.

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