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written him off as just a pretty face and was
studying the tax information Fred had brought for her. It was like
his voice didn’t get louder but what he was saying began to reach
her consciousness. Logistics strategy was his topic and he was
making sense. Clear, concise he was giving her information that was
useful and dispelled some of the homemade strategies she had
developed on her own.
    She was engrossed. He had woken her up. She quickly
looked around the table and so hadn’t everyone else.
    “I have time for discussion.” He smiled, looked
around the table and sat down. His eyes settled on her. They were a
breathtaking dark blue that went well with his hair so dark black
that it had a dark blue tint that nearly matched his eyes. She held
her breath until she looked away.
    Two hours later he was still patient and kind, even
to Joanna, who seemed to only want to argue with him. Judy felt
like she’d just had a master’s degree handed to her. She was
getting antsy to get to her one-room office and get to work. Not
doing what she’d had been doing, but taking on big projects,
leaning over a cliff and working smart so she could drag her ass to
safety like Simon Perry just taught her. And now because of Simon
Perry, she felt that would be possible to do that.
    When he finally held up his hands, said he’d enjoyed
himself and hoped he was helpful, but he had to get back to his own
work, he was mobbed by the members. She was standing in line to
thank him, but a glance at the clock told her that if she didn’t
move her ass she’d miss the bus and have to wait another thirty
minutes.
    Simon Perry looked like he was running when he shot
out of the building. Her bus had arrived, but he was looking
straight at her.
    “Thank you,” she yelled. “You were terrific.” The
doors of the bus closed and she smiled and waved as the bus passed
him. He stared at her like she was an alien creature too far
beneath him to be noticed. Didn’t matter, she was inspired.
    She saw him several times during the next year or
so, at meetings and once at an outdoor chili festival where the
food was free. Each time he was with a beautiful girl, who hung on
him like he was a prize to be revered and once he had two beautiful
girls hanging on him. He was laughing and enjoying their
antics.
    As always, she slid quietly away from him, but
somehow he always seemed to look at her when she was looking at
him.
    Curious, she’d researched him on the internet and
cruised The Perry website. Generations of Perry men had built an
empire and their latest president had added Perry Technical, and
Perry Electronics, and Perry Communications. At least it appeared
he did know what he was talking about.
    As she grew her business, it brought her to the
fringes of his. She began to run into him more often. The result
was the same, just more often.
    “Stop. Stop, please.” She was leaving a state
sponsored fact finding seminar. Simon Perry was spearheading the
discovery group and she admired him from the distance of the
auditorium’s back row. It was less crowded and the lights were
dimmer. She wanted to concentrate and provide thoughtful answers to
the questionnaire and avoid interacting with Simon Perry. His eyes
made her quiver and she always felt like she was drooling.
    Finished with the questionnaire, the meeting was
running longer than she had allowed for, so she walked to the
front, handed it to the woman collecting them and dashed out.
    In the lobby, she turned to the voice yelling for
her. Maybe she’d left her briefcase? No, she was holding it.
    Simon Perry was running toward her.
    “Thank you for stopping. It feels like I’ve been
chasing you for years.” He bent down, put his hands on his knees
and breathed hard for a couple of seconds and then stood up and
grinned at her.
    “Do you remember me? I first saw you at the
entrepreneur meeting a couple of years ago? You jumped on a bus
before I had a chance to speak to you.” His eyes bore into