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CHAPTER 3: The Office

Hanging the phone up after quite a long conversation with an overly pleased client, John looked at the clock and watched the time tick away untill he could finally go home and relax. He had never understood as a young boy why his father seemed to come home all stressed out, and then within a few minutes everything seemed to be ok. It was the whole atmosphere of the office that could make any happy go lucky guy completely stressed out in a mere matter of minutes. Glancing back at the clock, he couldn't help but think to himself that he was the owner and president of the firm and thus he couldn't be fired. There were no cases to deal with at the moment because he was on top of things for a change. And in light of that new evidence, he grabbed his jacket, re-tied his neck tie, and turned off the lights in his office. He made his way past his secretary with near ease until he heard her beckoning him.

"Mr. Dixon sir..."

"Yes Hannah?"

"I hate to be a bother, but are you leaving for the day, or just off for some coffee?"

"Well first of all Hannah, stick around me long enough and you'll learn that I don't like coffee. And secondly, yes, I'm going home."

"Right; sorry sir, see you tomorrow then."

"No problem, see ya then."

Making his way with a fast walking pace to his car, he hopped in and reved the engine. The wonderful roar of this elderly car still gave him a quiver at the sheer power right within his grasp. He made his way through the town, not paying much attention to anything but the road, and trying to sing along to the songs on the radio. Then he stopped at one intersection, and a song ended, tieing into a long branch of commercials; and after a quick review of the favored stations, John deccided to turn it off and just enjoy the wonderful day. He looked up and saw the light change to green and made his turn, crossing the traffic; including an older American made Corvette, housing a face he hadn't seen in years.
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"So he and Linda are off to the pictures then?"

"Yes Mark."

"Ok, thanks Mrs. Carter."

"No problem Mark, good to have you back home."

Mark closed his mobile phone and looked over towards Wendy. Over the last few years, she had let her thick beautiful hair grow a bit longer, and wore it in several unique styles. It seemed to be that her first order of business after returning to Basingstoke and seeing her family for a few minutes, was to go to her former barber and get it cut back to the way it was before she graduated. Short and teased just a touch, almost in the style of a bloke, but not quite, it still held those qualities that only a girl can put to it; like, confidence.

"Steve and his mate Linda went to the cinema for a bit."

"Wanna see if we can catch up and join them?"

"Why not just wait outside at that little coffee shop across the way from it that we used to love?"

"Well, perhaps because that's not a coffee shop anymore. I tryed going there yesterday after I dropped you off at your parents'."

"Oh." Mark was quite vexed now. "Any other ideas?"

"Well, we'll just have to go to a different little coffee shop that isn't too far away from the cinema."

"Sounds good; drive on." Mark returned with a spark in his eye, reminding him of the days back when he first started to fall in love with Wendy. Such a great time in his life; he still lived at home, had a great friend who later would be his best man at his wedding to Wends. He would like to believe that his feelings for Wendy were the same way they were four or six years ago; but that would be a bold faced lie. He loved her more now than ever before.