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to his desk. “Hi, beautiful,” he greeted Julia after picking up the phone.
    â€œI stopped by this morning, but I guess I missed you,” she said.
    â€œI had some last-minute errands to run,” Samson responded.
    â€œAre you nervous about Saturday?” she asked.
    â€œIs fat meat greasy?”
    They both laughed. After going over wedding details, they got off the phone. Samson called Elaine on the intercom. “When Deacon Thompson gets here, I would like for you to hold all my calls unless it’s my parents or Julia, please.”
    â€œWill do,” she responded.
    Samson turned on his computer and checked his e-mails. Sometimes some of the members would send prayer requests via e-mail, and he didn’t want to miss any. He made a mental note of the prayer requests and kneeled down at his desk and prayed for his church members. He had just gotten off his knees when someone knocked at the door.
    â€œCome in,” Samson yelled.
    Deacon Calvin Thompson entered, standing more than six feet tall and wearing a custom-made suit. They greeted each other with a brotherly hug.
    â€œSo what can I do for you, Pastor?” Calvin asked.
    â€œCalvin, you’re probably one of my best friends.” Calvin was not only one of Samson’s best friends, he also was the church’s attorney.
    â€œYou’ve helped me out of plenty of messes,” he said.
    â€œThis time it looks like I need you to get me out of a mess.”
    Calvin leaned forward in his chair. “Is William Trusts badgering you again? If so, I’ll get my people on it.”
    â€œWilliam is persistent. He’s not going to give up until he gets the church property.”
    â€œAs the church attorney, I’ve checked into it, and he has no legal claim unless the church decides to sell it to him.”
    â€œThat’s good to know. I’ve prayed and prayed about it. I don’t think we should give up the land. I think Peaceful Rest will grow, and we’ll need that land to build a new sanctuary twice as big as the one we have here.”
    â€œSome people think we should sell it, but I trust your judgment.”
    â€œI appreciate that, man.”
    â€œLet me deal with Trusts,” Calvin said.
    â€œI wish that were all there was to it. I don’t even know how to say this.” Samson walked to the window and stared outside. “Have you ever had to get yourself out of a compromising position?”
    Calvin laughed. “You’re talking to a lawyer. If there’s a will, there’s a way.”
    Samson turned around and sat back down behind his desk. “I can trust you, right?”
    â€œI wouldn’t be the best man in your wedding if you couldn’t,” Calvin responded.
    Samson leaned his head back and let out a few deep breaths. “I have a situation. I thought I could handle it, but it’s not going away.”
    â€œSamson, whatever you need me to do, I got it covered.” Calvin sat up straight in his chair.
    â€œWhat I tell you must not be repeated. I mean it. Don’t even tell your wife.”
    â€œI’ll treat it as attorney-client privilege.”
    Samson sighed with relief. “It’s Delilah Baker.” Samson went on to tell Calvin about his encounters with Delilah. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders when he confessed.
    â€œWomen like Delilah are plentiful. She won’t go through with her threats. If she were going to tell Julia anything, she would have done it a long time ago.”
    â€œI need you to make sure she doesn’t get anywhere near Julia before the wedding.” Samson was relieved that Calvin didn’t seem to judge him.
    â€œConsider it already done.”
    Calvin exited Samson’s office, leaving Samson alone with his thoughts. He had no idea of Calvin’s plans, but he hoped whatever they were, they would convince Delilah to back off with her threats.
    Samson leaned back in his chair.