Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
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Chapter 4; The Library Chapter 1 is linked here Susan felt strangely unconfident as Jonathon reached out to take her hand. She felt how she had as a young girl– anxious, nervous and unsure of herself. Whatever Michael had given her the night before was still lingering in her system. It was wearing off but she still felt not quite right; not really herself.
Chapter 3; Magnetism Chapter 1 is here Jonathon could tell something was wrong when Susan answered the phone. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly but there was something in her voice that made him feel concerned. He could hear, what sounded like, fear in her voice and hoped he wasn’t making a mistake by calling her like this.
This is chapter two in the the story, " For the Love of Coffee." Chapter 1 is linked here. Chapter 2; The Party During the short walk to the boutique all Susan could think about was Jonathon Roland. The way he walked, the way he talked, his smile, his eyes, his clothes, everything about him fascinated her. She couldn’t remember any man that made her feel the way she felt in his presence. It was if the room was charged with electricity during their meeting.
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Love and Fear
Chapter 4 is linked here. Chapter 5: Love and Fear Maryanne became the youngest managing editor in Toronto, maybe even Canada, three months after signing the contract. It took another three months to set up the office and hire the right people before opening the doors to "Andrea Kelly Publishing House," which started full operation the week before Maryanne's twenty-fourth birthday.
Dinner with her friends
Chapter 4: Dinner with her friends Chapter 3 is linked here. When Robert entered the room the guy turned and looked at him for a few seconds, before smiling and walking to the door. At the door he stopped and turned to John, speaking softly in Chinese with what could be only described as malice in his eyes, before exiting the room. Robert didn’t understand what the guy said but, by the look in John’s eyes, he could see that it was obviously a threat of some kind.
The Mountain and the Factory
Chapter 3: The Mountain and the Factory Chapter 2 is linked here. At dinner that night at the Riverside restaurant, Robert got no answers about John's friend. Every time he brought it up, John would deflect the conversation to talking about the girl that Robert had met at the River Club. They had a delicious lobster dinner, with fresh vegetables and a bottle of wine, as they watched a young man and two women playing traditional Chinese instruments.
The following is chapter 2 of the story, "There's One for All." Chapter 1 is linked here. Chapter 2; The Tower Robert, feeling nauseous and hung-over when he came down this morning, decided to sit in the open area restaurant and have a glass of orange juice while waiting for John. Their regular server, Lisa, wasn't there, so a male server Robert had not seen before approached him when he sat by the window. The man was wearing a name tag that read "Billy," obviously a western take on his real name. Billy asked him if he would like breakfast. Robert told him that he would have orange juice as he was waiting for his friend to arrive before eating. He tried calling John's cell phone, while Billy was gone to get his drink. When he returned, Robert was leaving a message for John; "Hey John, I'm downstairs at the restaurant" "I guess you're a little sick, I'm just going to have juice. I’ll wait for you before eating."
Engulfed in the midnight blizzard, I was nothing but another snowflake in the wind. The unrelenting cold enters every pore of my body. Even through three layers of clothing there’s no way to stop it. All I can do is keep moving and hope the exertion will slow down the inevitable long enough to find shelter from the storm. The screaming wind, howling in my face, turns the icy snow into shards of glass that could break through exposed skin, or thin clothing, like tiny bullets. Looking down at my shredded gloves, I can feel the throbbing cold in my fingertips and know it’s only a matter of time before frostbite sets in. I need to find shelter and I need to find it now.