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hers,
hopeful that she’d remembered him?
    “I remember you Mr. Perry. I was inspired by what
you taught us that morning. It made a huge impact on me. I’m glad I
finally get the chance to thank you.”
    She held out her hand to shake his, but instead of
shaking it, he took it both of his and held it briefly. Her hand
sizzled with his heat and she quickly pulled away.
    “I’d very much like to talk to you more, but I have
to go back in there. Would you go out with me? Dinner and good
conversation, tonight or any time you have available.”
    She felt like she’d been punched in the stomach,
hard. She’d idolized him for years. He was important to her and he
only wants a date!
    “No. No thank you.” Burst out of her mouth.
    His face startled immediately and she wasn’t sure.
She’d only looked at him for a second longer before she ran out the
door. His broad shoulders, beautifully covered in an expensive,
tailored suit coat fell telling her that no woman had ever told him
no before. He probably just didn’t know how to handle it.
    Whatever he felt, my hero died, or mostly died.
Instead of being forefront of my inspiration he was only there when
she was faced with do or die.
    As the reached the end of the hallway, his face went
poof. She’ll figure this out for herself.

Chapter 12. Finding a Way
    “Dion, its Judy Mason
from . . .”
    “Hi Judy, it must be important if you are calling
me. What’s up?”
    “I need to see you. I need to talk to you in person
. . . as soon as possible.”
    “My wife is having a girl-thing with her friends and
I’m in charge of the kids. I’m at home, if you want to come
over.”
    “Now?”
    “Sure.”
    BB and GPS Mom got her to the other side of town and
a pleasant mid-three-hundred thousand range suburb and a neat two
story with a long front porch. Dion is in a porch swing holding a
sleeping baby girl about ten months old. Piles of Lego’s and a dark
haired boy of about six, firmly says, “Don’t step on anything” and
then looks up at her with deep blue eyes and beautiful clear pudgy
skin.
    “I promise. What are you making?”
    “Helicopter, it’s new.”
    “Have a seat Judy, I’ll put Lila down. Want a drink?
I’ve got Kool-Aid, apple juice or water.”
    “I’m good.”
    Dion closes the door softly. It’s nice here. Quiet,
clean smelling and the sound of a distant lawnmower adds to the
pleasant hum of the neighborhood.
    “Damn.”
    Judy scoots off the swing and sits near the boy.
“What’s the matter?”
    “It doesn’t fit! And Daddy’s going to be mad I said,
damn.”
    “I won’t tell.”
    “You won’t?”
    She shakes her head no. She’s never seen Lego’s
before, except in boxes at a store or ads. “How do they work?”
    He’s explaining them to her and like magic he
figures it out.
    “Look Daddy, I did it!” He yells as Dion quietly
closes the screen door.
    “That’s great. Do you have a battery?”
    The boy jumps up and crashes through the same
door.
    “I’d yell be quiet, you’ll wake your sister, but
he’ll just scream out he won’t and wake her up for sure.” Dion
laughs.
    It is funny. She laughs too.
    “Your call was unexpected Judy, what gives.”
    “Was it really?”
    His face falls and he’s startled wondering what he’s
missed. “Yes.”
    Believing him, she tells him everything. He gets
more excited by the minute. We’re only interrupted for a couple
minutes while we admire Kevin’s Lego helicopter.
    “The only real threat is Simon Perry taking the
product line away. But even then our figures show that the Perry
line represents only slightly more than thirty-percent of sales.
It’s significant, but survivable.”
    Dion summarizes. “Yes, but not having it could cause
quality issues.” Dion runs his hands through his hair and over his
face. “So by merging the three companies, Perry would suffer lost
sales greater than that. If I have the resources and support, you
believe I could build the business enough so he’d