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them. He was a tall, powerful looking man with dark brown hair with flecks of gray at the sides. His eyes were dark brown and there was something warm and welcoming about them. He was fifty-five at the time, but if you colored the gray hair you would be left with a man who looked like a forty year old in excellent shape. Something about him exuded competence while at the same time exuding warmth and fostering a sense of trust with just a simple look.
    Mrs. Whitemore was a petite woman who also looked much younger than her fifty-three years. Her hair was a pretty golden blonde color and it framed her petite face. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate and framed by the longest eyelashes that Derek had ever seen. She wore very little make-up and if he had to guess, he would say that her youthfulness was natural and didn’t come about at the hands of a surgeon or a needle as many women he met in his business had found theirs.
    They both exuded a sense of class and dignity but yet there were no airs about either one. They still held hands and she laughed at her husband’s lame jokes. Derek found himself enchanted by them and guiltily, wishing that he had parents like them instead of the social ladder climbing ones that he’d drawn. Derek didn’t have many issues with his parents and he more than appreciated everything they had done for him. But Derek had always found himself longing for something more real. That’s what attracted him to these people the most.
    He had explained to Trevor what he was looking for and by the end of the evening; he had set up a meeting between him and his client. Derek agreed to attend the first meeting and if all went well, he would bow out from there. That was the first time he’d walked into Trevor and Samantha’s offices. They were located in the heart of the business district in Manhattan but when you walked in off the busy street it was like time stopped. The waiting room wasn’t decorated in modern designer fabrics and colors like every other one in the city. This one made you feel like you were walking into someone’s living room. They served you sweet tea and what tasted like homemade cookies and when they called you back, you were so comfortable that you didn’t want to leave.
    Derek and his client Todd were led back to Trevor’s office by his receptionist. She was a red-headed young lady with legs that went on for miles and as they walked down the quaintly decorated hallway, Derek found himself admiring them. He’d barely glanced up as they came to the end of the hall and noticed the petite blonde coming out of Trevor’s office.
    Derek heard her say, “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll call you when I get there.”
    The sound of her voice was sweet and that was what first drew his attention, but once his eyes found hers he saw something in those beautiful brown eyes that exuded safety and warmth. In just that one look he felt like he was "home." The woman passed them and she smiled. Derek lost all train of thought after that. He had to force himself to focus during their meeting and when it was over he couldn’t bring himself to leave until he knew who she was.
    He’d asked Trevor. “Was that your daughter we saw leaving earlier?”
    Trevor’s face lit up the room when he said, “Yes, that’s our Sarah.”
    “She’s a beautiful young lady,” Derek told him. “Does she work here?”
    “No, Sarah didn’t develop the interest in real estate that her mother and I did. She’s a student at Rhode Island School of Design. She’s fine arts major. Sarah’s an artist and a very talented one.”
    Derek wasn’t superstitious, but something told him that day that it was fate. It was fate that he’d met the Whitemore’s and fate that led him to the office on the day Sarah was in town and fate that she currently lived in the same city that he held an office in. He’d lodged an all-out pursuit of the beautiful young woman and within six months they were engaged and they were