Read Online My Tomorrow by Megan Nugen Isbell - Free Book Online Page B

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    The phone buzzed on Court’s desk and Leslie’s voice came through the speaker.
    “Could you show Natalie to James’s office?  He’s ready for her.”
    “Will do.  C’mon.  Follow me,” he said and then took my arm and led me down the hall and into James’s office.
     
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    The afternoon went by fast.  I was busy combing through all of Drew’s accounts and before I knew it, it was five o’clock. 
    “Well, I’m heading home.  I hope your first day was tolerable,” Anna Beth said as she gathered her things and straightened her desk.
    “It was great,” I replied. “Have a good night.”
    “Thanks, you too,” she said, flitting her fingers in a wave and leaving.
    “We should probably get going too.  It’s not often we actually leave at five, so let’s take advantage of it while we can,” Court said, closing the notebook he was looking through and placing it back in the filing cabinet.  “I’m going out for drinks with some friends later.  You interested?”
    “No, thanks though.  I think I’m just going to go home and relax,” I told him, not wanting him to know the real reason I couldn’t go out: money…or lack thereof.
    “Alright, we’ll catch ya next time.  I’m gonna head out. You coming?”
    “I just need a few minutes to finish up.”
    “Alright.  See you tomorrow,” he said, patting me on the back and slipping his coat on before heading out.
    I turned my attention back to the file I was looking at.  I actually found the whole thing fascinating.  I didn’t know the whole business of architecture was so complicated and I was thoroughly impressed with Drew’s accomplishments.
    “Staying late on your first day?  Trying to gain some brownie points with the boss?” a deep voice said, and my head jerked away from the papers in front of me. 
    Drew was standing above my desk, smiling down at me. 
    “Oh, no, I uh…” I was stuttering and then I just shut up and quickly closed the notebook I’d been browsing through. “I just didn’t realize how interesting architecture is.  I never really thought about it, I guess.  I see a building and don’t really think about the process of how it got there.”
    “It’s an art really.”
    “How do you do it?  I mean, where do you get your ideas from?” I asked and then I shook my head, realizing I shouldn’t be getting so chummy with my boss. “I’m sorry.  You probably want to get home.  I should just stop talking.”
    “Don’t stop talking on my account.  I like that you’re curious.  I like that you want to know more about what I do,” he said and then paused for a moment. “I see it my head.  It just appears.  I don’t know how really.”
    “Did you always want to do this?”
    “I did.  I was quite the accomplished Lego builder by the age of five,” he said with a grin that invited my quiet laugh. “Follow me, Natalie.”
    He brushed past me, walking into his office.  I stood up and followed him inside.  He was standing behind his commanding cherry oak desk, rifling through a drawer and I took a second to look around.  There was a smaller desk in the corner and I assumed it was where he designed his blueprints.  The walls were decorated with framed pictures of various buildings.  Some I recognized and some I didn’t.  A wall of windows stretched behind the desk and then my eyes focused to his list of impressive credentials, focusing on the Bachelors and Masters of Architecture from Cornell.  Not only was he good-looking, but smart as well. 
    “Here it is,” he said, pulling out a beat up looking manila folder and setting it on his desk.
    “What?” I asked, moving closer to the desk as he opened the folder and pulled out a piece of paper.  It was stiff and yellow and obviously old. “This was my first sketch.  I wanted to design a castle themed hotel.  I went through a Renaissance phase as a kid,” he said with a laugh.  The drawing was surprisingly