Andrew's Young Assisting Creative Knights

‘I almost did not notice the crack in the foundation that had protected me,’ developed into a rallying call, defining a go-getting success story. Trembling in its planned infancy when the economic interior fabric was experiencing quiet terroristic activity which over time would ensure the whole recreational peace concept to crumble silencing social interactive conversation, set the intrepid problem-solving idea tone.

Walking into her bosses’ office a genuinely concerned recent collegian Leslie Allbright sat down patiently waiting.

“There is a chink in the armor,” Leslie stated when she had the floor, “our knight army has this fear of being overtaken.”

“By whom?” Andrew, the proprietor to Peachy Keen Communication, an outfit specializing in delightful dialogue challenged the innocent observation.

“The other side, of course,” she replied.

“And what, exactly is this damage?”

“A crack in the foundation,” the assistant dropped a bomb creating internal upper-tier havoc.

Later that day, Leslie found her happy hour inside a coffee café staring into space watching new parental responsibility commitments when children were hand-walked from the busy parking lot into the strip mall dance studio business concept.

“I remember when I used to do that, and I do recall what made me stop,” the maturing professional paused, “a crack in the foundation, a very gracious money donor.”

More than a decade and half ago, Leslie starred in a local recital after the teacher detected talent, being enormously proud she relished the spotlight adding extra lessons above the semester minimum. When the evening completed, dressed in her privately bought leotards the child performed hallway loitering until her father emerged, checkbook in hand, “just paid in full, all the added attention, we are squared,” he told her softly grasping the pre-adolescent fingers.

Suddenly, reality hit the young girl, seeing the small honest detail about molding a student's positive image, ‘payment past due.’ Calendar years turned, high school club membership prologued sorority involvement allowing Leslie to learn terms ‘charity’ and ‘fundraising.’ Wondering exactly the difference between true relationship qualities versus opposed to ‘get what you paid for’ haunted the early twenty-year-old going on forty.

Picking up the new briefcase, a graduation gift to say congratulations Leslie headed towards the door when Mr. Young bumped into her, choreographing a calming scene resulting in a welcome sit down, “Leslie, you still in the area?” He questioned.

“Yeah, taking a second before heading to the commuter train,”

“Oh, those underground commuter trains follow each other one by one,” Mr. Young claimed before offering, “can you handle another round?”

Unlike the cubicle environment filled with ringing phones and computer ongoing emails continuing their inbox invasion the couches seemed the perfect executive leader environment setting to discuss strategy.

“What do you mean, crack in the foundation?” Mr. Young opened,

“Our security team which you nicknamed ‘Knights’ called with a small concern the affluent philanthropists, are a façade?”

“Did they tell you why they thought that?”

“Honestly, Mr. Young, did you see that game on Sunday?”

“Pretty entertaining, our team won an unbelievable fashion,”

“Yes, that is right, a miracle,” Leslie agreed, “our knights believe Mr. John Jordan Thompson, how can I say, gullible?”

“JJT? Gullible?”

“They were down twenty in the fourth quarter and thirteen with under two minutes,” Leslie stated the facts.

When Friday rolled around while sipping her morning coffee Leslie flipped the pages and the ‘Weekend, Relaxing’ section featured a short fable she penned with a byline. Instead of watching television, reading books, a few nights ago, Leslie dreamed up a fictional children’s story explaining what happens when mental mishaps blur happen and the winner benefits from the errors.

“Leslie,” an enclosed office occupant screamed, “what is this?”

“A piece I wrote recently,”

“JJT loved it,” Mr. Young reported, “the opponent read it, laughed and said that is what happened, dumb mistakes.”

“So, that settles it,” Leslie concluded, “they actually beat the other team and Mr. Thompson is not being played a fool.”

“Did you get paid?”

“Financial compensation had nothing to do with it,” Leslie responded, “if it did it would not have gotten written.”

“Smart move, Leslie Allbright,” Mr. Young stood up, “I am promoting you.”

“Well, I accept,”

“Just a second, Leslie, Mrs. JJT has this rookie ready to break the season home run record, can you conjure something up?”

“Next week’s column, Mr. Young,” Leslie commented, “next week.”