“Okay. Dress, jeans, blouse, heels, boots…,” Nicole was trying to name off everything she thought she would need for this weekend excursion. She had been searching for her father for years, but she never thought she would actually get a hit. Like a legitimate one. But, low and behold, she did. Now, she was having to face up to her fears while trying desperately to speed pack and catch this red-eye flight from Memphis to Indy.
James couldn’t rush enough to finish the contract he had on his desk. Ryan had secured a “big wig” client for them at the last minute that wanted them to build and construct a hotel in the rapidly growing area of Bartlett, a suburb of Memphis. Since this was a holiday weekend, with the work crew and customer service having Monday off, he wanted to make sure he completed and processed the forms to finalize their contract personally. It wasn’t so much that they needed the business, but he didn’t want their name to become tarnished for not sticking to their word so he didn’t mind taking the extra time to make sure the contract was in order.
“Beep, Beep, Beep.” Ryan’s alarm clock was going off. “Beep, Beep, Beep.” It sounded again, but he could have sworn those beeps were from his on-going dream. However, when the sound grew louder and louder versus fading away, he knew something was up. It was almost like when you have to use the restroom in your sleep, but, as soon as you get ready to go, you wake up and realize you’re still in bed.