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Chapter Two—What Dreams May Come
Dreams May Come
shivered as she walked through the door.It’s just my nerves, she thought.The room was much larger than she was expecting. It
looked more like the entire size of her
home than an office.It was wallpapered
white with lush white carpeting, but was contrasted by large black
furniture upholstered in black leather.There
were some armchairs and a sofa in one corner opposite of the large
that was long enough to easily fit a dozen or more people around it. There were several doors leading off of this
main room. Carefully walking a few paces
through the remains of what had been an expensive vase, Susy saw
through two of
the open doors that there was a library as well as a bedroom, from
stunningly beautiful woman emerged.
be careful. That vase fell just before
you came in,” the woman lied. “I’ll have
someone clean it up in the morning. Ms.
Blake, please sit down.” Her voice was
like chocolate silk—smooth and elegant, but a bit too sweet to be used
ordinary circumstances. Susy made her
way to one of the armchairs feeling very inadequate. She
didn’t feel she was dressed well enough to
be in a room like this. The woman, whom
she assumed to be Ms. Rouselore, was dressed in a short black evening
her blonde hair done up in a French twist. Susy
fiddled with her French braid and
straightened her long denim skirt as she sat down, placing her
of work on the floor. Why couldn’t I
have stopped at my desk and dropped these off? she
thought angrily, they certainly don’t belong in a place like this.
Rouselore sat across from Susy in the other armchair. “I suppose that
wondering why I asked you here, Ms. Blake.”
I am,” Susy replied, trying to add confidence to her voice.
let me get straight to the point. I hate
chitchat during business meetings. I was
reviewing some of the personnel files last week when I ran across
yours. You are extremely overqualified for
position that you currently have. And I
intend to rectify that...”
to her surprise, Susy found herself blurting out, “Please, Ms.
Rouselore. Don’t fire me. I
really need this job!”
at the outburst, Ms. Rouselore paused a moment before saying, “My dear
have no intention of firing you.I
intend to give you a new position and a much overdue raise.”
of all the possible reasons or rumors for coming to Ms. Rouselore’s
Jarett had suggested earlier, this was not close to any of them. Ms. Rouselore stood up and started for the
large glass table on the other side of the room. She
sat at the head of the table, motioned for
Susy to sit near her, and started flipping through some file folders. Susy saw that they contained all of her
records of her short time of employment at the Salt Lake Times.
you have any pets, Ms. Blake?”
was confused by the question and sudden change of conversation, but
“Yes. I have a cat.”
it mind traveling?”
not sure. I’ve never taken her anywhere,”
Susy replied, wondering where the conversation was going.
most casts don’t mind too much. Do you?”
“Mind traveling, Ms.
Um...no?”She didn’t mind the commute to work too much,
if that’s what she meant.
that settles it. We leave in the
her confusion continued to grow, Susy found herself saying, “I don’t
mean to be
rude, but what’s all settled? Where
I need a travel assistant. Your
personnel records indicate that you’re
the best qualified to get along with my temperament. I
also want my life story written and
published. I see that you majored in
journalism in college and I believe that you’ll do your best. I’ve made sure that your house payments will
be taken care of and your supervisor will be notified immediately of
situation. I don't believe that you have
that need to know if you leave town, do you?”
initial shock was just now beginning to wear off. She
was going to London–tomorrow. “Um…no.”
it looks like everything is going to work out perfectly. I’ll
have a taxi pick you up tomorrow at . The flight leaves at . Any
before you leave?”
How long are we going to be gone and
what do I need to wear and pack and...is
this a dream?
Because if it is, I’m
really going to hate waking up!”
Rouselore grinned. “This is not a dream.
I’m just a tool in making your dreams
come true. Now, pack what you hold dear
as well as comfortable clothing.I’ll
take care of anything that you don’t have. I
expect to be gone for a few months, but
depending on the amount of fun—” she paused, “we’re having, that could
change. Anything else?”
Thank you.” Susy
couldn’t help beaming. This was the last
thing she had expected:
writing professionally, being published, and traveling to England.
But as she stood up she realized that
there was something else. “Ms. Rouselore, why me?Not
that I’m complaining, but I’m sure there
are several writers who are more qualified than I am.”
just say that from what I can see from your files, you remind me a lot
myself. Someone once gave me the
opportunity to prove myself, and I thought it was time to pass along
And as you will soon learn, I like doing things my own way. Now, I’ve got some things I need to finalize
before we leave.I’ll see you at the
shook hands with Ms. Rouselore, retrieved her newspaper-covered papers
the office. Charlie must have left,
because the elevator was empty. Making a
quick stop at Jarett’s desk, Susy scribbled a note.
I’ve got a new position, but I don’t have time to
write about it just now. I’m leaving for
London in the
morning, but I promise to write more once we are settled.
was short, but it would have to do. She
knew that if she didn’t go out to unbury her car now from the newly
snow, she might not find it until she returned from England.
If only she had been able to find a
parking spot that wasn't four blocks away!
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