CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES'S
I want that letter typed up and mailed out as soon as possible," Charles
ordered as his new secretary, Agnes
Martin, hurried towards the door.
sir, Mr. Callison," she replied as she turned the knob to exit only to run
right into Trevor
Callison. "Oh...um...Trevor -- I mean, Mr. Callison
"It's okay, Agnes," Trevor laughed.
"I should've watched where I was going."
As Agnes closed the door behind herself, Trevor walked
over and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his father's desk.
"So, how's Agnes doing?" Trevor asked,
"Well, she's just getting started and she's a little
nervous, but I think she'll do okay," Charles replied as he carefully went
over the reports that were on his desk. "Now, if I can just convince
her that, even though she's got a business degree, she's got to start at the
bottom, she'll do even better."
"She's not too keen on being a secretary?"
seems to have had it in her head that she could just wave a degree in front of
me and start out at the top." He let out a laugh as he recalled his
first meeting with Agnes. "I tried to explain to her that's not the
way it works. I think she's going to settle in just fine, though.
It's good to have a regular secretary again. I've been through so many of
them from the steno pool since Lorraine quit to have the baby."
Charles paused and looked up from his paper work. "You know, son,
you should have been at the house this morning. Your grandmother decided
to leave town a little early and came by to say good-bye."
"I know," Trevor laughed. "She and
Dorothea stopped by my apartment on the way to the train station."
"I should have guessed as much." Charles
went back to going over sales figures, but when he noticed that Trevor was being
unusually quiet, he looked up at him again. "Trevor, is something
wrong? You act like you've got something on your mind. Is there
something you'd like to talk about?"
"Well, Dad," Trevor began awkwardly,
"actually, there is. I...I want to talk to you about Grace."
"Son, I thought we discussed that already."
Charles leaned forward onto his desk as he spoke to him. "If Grace
has decided that she doesn't want to see you anymore, you should respect those
wishes. She's left town and if you keep obsessing about this, you're only
going to end up making yourself sick over it."
"I'm already sick over it!"
"Trevor, leave this alone. There are plenty of
other girls out there to...."
"I don't want anyone else, Dad," he tried to
explain. "I love Grace. I just can't...understand why she left
so suddenly. It just...doesn't make any sense."
Charles leaned back in his seat and sighed. "A
lot of things in life never make sense. We just have to accept them
will not accept this!" Trevor paused and took a deep breath.
This was definitely not the way he'd intended on bringing up this topic with his
father. "Dad, I have to know what happened. I have to know why
she left." He paused and looked down at the floor, unable to meet his
father's intense stare. "That's why...I need to ask you a
"A favor?" Charles eyed him
curiously. "What kind of favor?"
"I need to you to get in touch with your private
detective in New York," Trevor explained. "I want to hire him to