The office was a madhouse, and Nick’s department, a zoo. Colleagues pored over artwork for a new hotel in Atlanta. Jerry floated about like a proud papa, pointing out how the artwork tied in to the hotel’s amenities.
“That looks like a fish,” one of the associates pointed out. “That’s the spa,” said Jerry.
Nick stood in the back of the room. He’d watched the team work through the creative brainstorming session and provided moral support for Jerry. His mind, however, was still on the events of this morning. There was a soft knock on his office door.
Bella eased into the room. “Nick? There’s a Dr. White on the
phone.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Isn’t she the one from this morning?” Nick glared.
“Jerry kinda told me about it.” Her eyes offered him an apology.
“Jerry’s got a big mouth.”
“Yeah, but it’s a cute big mouth,” she replied.
Nick shook his head. “I’ll have to take your word for that.”
He waited for Bella to exit, but she seemed to have grown roots.
“Can you close the door on your way out, please?” “Um, sure.” Bella looked disappointed.
Nick settled into his comfy leather chair and stared at the phone for a moment. He inhaled deeply, then picked up the receiver.