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swinging golf clubs. Can’t say I blame her, but then, I’m set in my ways and not interested in changing who I am.” He sighed. “I do love her, though, more than I’m willing to admit to her.”
    I’m not sure my parents ever loved each other. They tolerated each other. Love? I can’t say I ever saw it make its presence known.
    “All right, go on, get back to work, and remember, don’t tell anyone.”
    I nodded, turned, and was out of his office in a flash.
    ***
    T he train station was only a couple of blocks down the street. I could wait for them on the platform and then walk with them to Mr. Walker’s car, which was parked in the building garage. No, that wouldn’t make a good impression.
    I absolutely hated parallel parking and in DC, well, at one point or another, parallel parking was pretty much a given. It was either risk a horrible parking job, one which could result in a ticket, or risk giving Mr. Walker’s business partners a bad impression by making them walk two blocks to the car. I was going with the latter. Besides, I’d simply explain that finding a parking spot close to the station would have been nearly impossible and I didn’t want to be late picking them up. I mean, there was truth to my explanation.
    Having made my decision, I grabbed my purse and headed out. Once on the sidewalk, I quickly walked toward the train station; I wanted to get there as fast as possible before my mind decided to bombard me with thoughts of my father, who, when I glanced over to the other side of the street, was sitting against the wall eating.
    Racing up the stairs to the train platform, I cleared my head and concentrated on my task. My watch said it was 11:00 a.m. I’d have to text Reece to let him know there was a possibility I was going to be late for lunch.
    As I stood on the platform, I suddenly realized I’d forgotten to ask Mr. Walker one very important question. How would I know who I was picking up? In my effort to impress Mr. Walker, I had failed to ask the right questions. I didn’t even know what time their train would be arriving. I immediately started panicking. Here I was trying to prove myself to the world, trying to prove that I had what it took to make it, to get ahead...I was laughable.
    Before I could start hyperventilating, my phone rang. It was Mr. Walker.
    “Are you at the station?” he asked.
    “Yes, but—­”
    “I know, you have no idea who you’re picking up,” he interrupted.
    I felt so stupid. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask.”
    “No need to apologize. It’s my fault. I’m nervous about the whole thing. To tell you the truth, I’m having second thoughts. Business isn’t that bad. We’re still selling books. I’m just not sure I should be getting into the self-publishing business. It doesn’t make sense, this new business venture. Why would writers sign up with us to help them self publish their books when they can do it themselves?”
    Mr. Walker was beginning to sound frantic. I didn’t know what to say to him.
    “Tell me what you want me to do,” I said.
    He didn’t say a word, but I could hear him breathing quite heavily.
    “Mr. Walker? Are you okay?”
    “Just leave,” he said. “Forget the whole thing. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
    “Are you sure you want me to go? What about the editors?”
    “I can’t meet with them. Not now.”
    Was this really happening? I definitely had an inside look to Mr. Walker’s eccentric side.
    “There’s a train approaching,” I said.
    “That’s got to be their train. Come back to the office,” he said.
    “How about I bring them back to your office and you can explain your reservations?”
    “No!”
    “Okay, got it, I’m heading back right now.”
    “Don’t say a word to anyone.”
    “Yes, got it.”
    He hung up.
    It wasn’t even noon yet and I was already having what I was sure I would forever remember as the weirdest day at work. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this from Reece. I was torn