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for a few days, meet
with the CEO and seal the deal. I was good at sealing the deal. It was crazy
because the client asked for me by name. I should have known then that
something wasn’t right. Dad was talking like the check had already been signed,
but, until it hit the bank there was still work to do.

 
          I agreed to go, for
one, it was New York City and two, it came with a pretty hefty commission. In
other words, a paid shopping trip. There was one catch though. I’d have to
leave the very next day. Darrin and I had planned to go to New Orleans for some
last minute wedding stuff. But, duty calls. It ended up working out perfectly
because he had to work as well. Darrin owns his own real estate company and
ended up having to change the date of his closing. He couldn’t miss that
closing because he had worked too hard on that deal; and not to mention it was
a million-dollar sale.
          I took the first
flight out the next morning completely blind to what I was about to walk into.
I arrived at my hotel at about 9:00 a.m. My meeting was at noon so I had time
to get myself together and rest before going in. I didn’t know who this person
was, but, they sure knew how to treat a lady. They put me in the presidential
suite at the Ritz Carlton . As I stepped
into the room, I was greeted with smell of French vanilla candles burning,
fresh white roses throughout, and a teal green box with a white bow on the bed.
Everything was so beautiful, and the view was impeccable. The receptionist
called to let me know that my ride would be to pick me up at 11:30 a.m. for my
lunch meeting.
          I walked over to
the bed and opened the box which held a cute little charm bracelet, similar to
one I had as a child. There wasn’t a note in it, but the only person who bought
me Tiffany’s was Darrin so I just assumed it was from him.

 
          The car showed up
at 11:30 a.m. on the dot. A silver Rolls Royce with suicide doors and the words BJ
Enterprises imprinted on the side. The driver was a tall Caucasian
gentleman with a nametag that read, Joseph and the same words from the car
printed on it. He opened the door for me, helped me get in and we were off. He
didn’t talk much, which was good because it gave me a chance to meditate before
my meeting. We pulled up to this tall building with lots of windows in the
middle of Manhattan. The inside of the building was like something out of a
magazine. The floors looked like you could eat off of them. Everyone was so
neatly dressed, poised and polite. There was a huge waterfall in the center of
the lobby with water that looked it had been stolen from Caribbean. And the
smell. It was like breathing for the first time. Whoever was in charge had
definitely thought this out and covered every single detail.

 
          The secretary came
down to the lobby to greet me and escort me to our meeting place. As we neared
the office, I began to feel uneasy. I shook it off because I was determined to
get the account. She led me to a large office on the west end of the building
on the tenth floor. She opened the door and announced my presence to a tall,
bald gentleman standing at the window with his hands in his pocket, looking
down at the street. Strange man. He never even acknowledged my presence. This,
of course, did nothing for my nerves. His office was just as amazing as the
lobby. The smell of lavender filled the room. It was relaxing. Not a scent that
I’d normally pick for an office, but, to each its own. There was a large glass
trophy case just to the right of the door. It was filled with all kinds of
plaques and awards. The curtains were drawn which allowed the sunlight to flow
freely throughout the room. I sat my briefcase down on the small conference
table to my left. There were two dark gray leather chairs (that looked more
like living room furniture than office furniture) positioned in front of his
large, espresso colored desk. The office had a warm feel to it;