She made her way up to my desk without a hint of nervousness. This was a little lady on a mission.
"Are you Jake Randolpe?" she asked. It was cute the way she mispronounced my surname.
"Yes, ma'am. But it's pronounced Ran-dolf," I said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "My name is Katie Dolan."
"Well, glad to know you, Katie Dolan. Why don't you have a seat?" I asked, motioning to the chair in front of my desk.
She climbed up into it, straightening her dress.
"Now, what can I do for you, Miss Dolan?"
She pulled out a photo...
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Loving this story already!
Christopher over 3 years ago
Thanks, Neville. I can't believe the narrative is taking control this soon and changing from what I had planned. I'm probably a quarter other way into the writing and it's already taken over.
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Go where the story takes you, Christopher, you might find that it knows best!