“Does she know about her mom yet?”
“No, not yet. I asked Social Services to hold off until she felt a little better. For now, I’m watching over her.”
“She’s in good hands. Sorry for waking you this morning.” “Are you kidding? That was the best call I could ever get at three
in the morning! What do we do now?”
“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll call you back.” “Want me to grab a pizza and come by?”
“I’d love to, Shel, but I’m exhausted. Can I have a rain check?” “Sure. But I am buying the next meal.”
“Deal. I’ll call you tomorrow. We can go over the legal issues we
have to look at for the funds.”
“Got it. Get some rest. By the way, Doc Wall thinks you’re amazing.”
“Wow, in just a month’s time, I’ve proven myself to the
remarkable Dr. Gregory Wall!”
“I don’t think you have to prove yourself to anybody, Nick.” “Even you?”
“What do you think?”
*****
The Monday morning air was chilly. Once Nick stepped outside, he drew a deep, refreshing breath. His life had taken a sudden turn down a path he never knew existed.
His state of euphoria was short-lived. As soon as he arrived at AdWorks, that familiar pit in his stomach—the Bongero pit he knew so well—opened up. He decided he would try to sneak into work and deal with the wrath later. Not very adult, but neither was Bongero.
Nick walked with his head down and made a beeline to his office. He noticed a number of people crowded in the break room watching TV. Suddenly Jerry appeared.
“Have you seen the news? Have you?”
“Quiet, Jerry, I’m trying to get into my office under the radar. Is he in yet?”
Jerry dragged Nick by the arm toward the break room. “Did you know the audiovisual company from Vegas released your pitch to the press?”