"Lorraine...? Lorraine? Are you
even listening to me?" Trevor Callison propped himself on the edge of
the desk as he pulled the file from Lorraine
"Sorry, Honey, I just want to get this
report finished for your father before lunch. He's been in a meeting all
morning with Douglas."
Trevor grabbed her hand as he pulled her from her
chair. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. You need to
eat. I bet you haven't had a bite since this morning." He
laughed as he hid the folder behind his back when she tried to reach for
it. "Lorraine, I told you that it can wait!"
"Okay." She folded her arms
across her chest when she realized that there was no winning with him.
Trevor always seemed to have a way of convincing her to do what he wanted.
Maybe it was the mischievous gleam in his eye or the boyish grin that would
flash across his face. He always looked like he was up to something even
when he wasn't. Lorraine thought about how he could make her heart melt every
time he looked at her. "I guess I can put this off until later.
Besides, I think your father will understand."
"So, you think that contract is
fair?" Charles asked as he followed Douglas and
Annabelle out of the
office. "I don't want to spend an arm and a leg to get him on board
the Callison team, but I don't want him to feel manipulated either."
"Charles, I think this contract is more than
fair. It's way more than Preston is getting with McBride Publishing.
You know as well as I do that, with his track record, his books are gonna make
Callison a lot of money. Rumor has it that Fox has optioned the last one
for a movie deal."
"Well, Douglas, I read his last book and I
think that if they can get DeMille, it could be a big movie. I must have
seen Cleopatra six times last year." Annabelle pushed past
Lorraine as she reached for her jacket.
"Trevor, son, why are you and Lorraine still
here? It's lunch! Go get something to eat!"
"That's what I've been trying to tell her,
Father." Trevor lowered his head slightly to hide a laugh as he
glanced at Lorraine. She knew he had been right about the report waiting
until after lunch, but she really felt like she needed to impress Charles.
Lorraine knew that she wasn't exactly from the same social class as the
Callisons. Sure, her father was a prominent college professor at NYU, but
it wasn't quite the same as owning your own company.
"Well, I hate to meet and run, but I've got
another very important engagement for lunch." Douglas reached out to
shake Charles' hand. "Annabelle, I'll see you in the office
"Um, yes, Douglas." She looked
around impatiently as she wondered exactly how long it would take for everyone
"Well, Douglas. Lorraine and I need to get
going, too." He took her by the arm and lead her towards the
door. "Let's walk you out."
"I'll be back after lunch, Mr.
Callison," Lorraine said as she walked out with Douglas and
Trevor. "Annabelle, are you coming?"
"Oh, oh, yes," she
stammered. "Wait! You go on without me. I just realized I
left my purse in Charles' office. Good seeing you again,
Trevor." Finally alone in the office, Annabelle took a deep breath
and looked at Charles. "My purse?"
"Oh, yes, Annabelle, let me get it for
"Well, actually, wait," she paused for
a moment allowing him to turn and face her. "My purse isn't the only
reason I'm here. Let's step into your office. There's something I
want to discuss with you."