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By C D Swanson
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“But, this is the biggest and most important case you’ve ever presented… of course I will worry.
I worry all the time…this is nothing new. Oh, and this is no reflection on you my friend. I know your heart with this population will guide you as it always does.” Mary smiled at the phone.
The proposal would allow for a dedicated and private wing for Alzheimer patients. Stacy worked on the specifics for over one year. It was to boast all of the amenities in which would benefit these individuals. It was to have a natural and open flow with pastel colors, music of their generation…pets, birds, and an old fashioned ice cream parlor.
The ride to the golden light building went fairly quick. As Stacy turned to leave the car she yelped. Her long hair somehow got tangled into the seat belt. Those walking by paused as they witnessed Stacy fighting with the belt. One person was kind enough to stop and knock on the window.
“Are you okay? Do you need help?”
Stacy looked into the handsomest face she’d seen in quite some time, perhaps ever, and immediately forgot about the pain. She continued to stare.
“Can I help you?” He inquired again.
She felt like a fool but acquiesced to his offer of help. “Yes please. Somehow I’ve managed to imprison myself.” She pointed behind her back.
“Ouch! I see that. If you open the door I’ll be glad to set you free.” He laughed aloud; it was a manly and natural laugh.
“Sure. I’m all yours.” She winced as soon as the words left her mouth.
“Okay. Now let’s see what’s going on back here. Ah-ha! I see the problem. The buckle pulled your braid into the lock mechanism. This might hurt for the moment, but I promise to be quick.”
“It’s okay. I’m of the school of thought to yank a band aid off quickly— don’t prolong the agony—go for it!” Stacy closed her eyes and said, “I’m ready.”
“It’s all done. You’re free!”
“Thank you so much. I feel like a fool.”
“I’m glad I came along when I did.”
Stacy’s face matched her power suit. She stood face to face with her hero. “Thank you so much! I’m forever in your debt, and now I have to get going I’m late for a very important meeting.”
He watched the beautiful lady vanish from his sight. The pleasant scent of her perfume lingered in the air.
She was on time despite the embarrassing circumstances. “I’m Stacy Johnson here to see Mr. Ryan.”
The receptionist showed her into the conference room. “Mr. Ryan will be with you in a moment. Help yourself to the goody table while you wait.”
She turned toward the sound of children’s laughter. Two adorable tow heads that appeared to be around four or five ran by the conference room. Stacy smiled and wished she had a third of that energy.
“Ms. Johnson, I’m Mr. Ryan.” He extended his hand.
Stacy put on her professional face, “Nice to meet you sir.” She opened her brief case with ease.
“Please sit.” Mr. Ryan extended his hand toward a seat.
“Thank you…” Stacy felt an overwhelming chill.
“Anything wrong Ms. Johnson? You seem to be shivering. Are you okay?”
She didn’t want anything to ruin this proposal meeting, and so she answered, “N-n-no. I’m f-f-fine.”
“You sure?”
She began to shake but got through the proposal despite it. She didn’t want anything to interfere with plans to build a dedicated wing for her beloved seniors.
“That’s it…so are you on board with this sir?”
Hand on chin, he paused before saying enthusiastically, “I think this is something we would be proud to be a part of. Congratulations Ms. Johnson.”
Stacy sat frozen ignoring the chills as she saw the man who freed her earlier enter the conference room.
“Hello again.”
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry for your troubles.”
“Huh?”
“My children and what they did.”
With knitted brow she stared and then said, “Did?”
“They poured ice water onto the chairs. I’m a widower…I indulge them to compensate for the loss of their mother. I’m Luke Winston…nice to meet you…again.”
“Stacy Johnson.”
“Are you perhaps free for lunch?”
Stacy smiled...
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