She dusted some lint off her skirt and still admired how well it fit. “Ms. Myers, please take a seat.” This took Sally by surprise. His voice,...nowhere near as stern and authoritarian over the intercom. Sally motioned forward and sat in a plush chair opposite Jonathan’s desk. She melted into the leather, as soft as a baby’s behind, and slowly crossed her legs. “Welcome to the firm Ms. Myers. I must say it is a pleasure having you with us.” “Thank you so very much Mr. Clarke. I am. . I'm coming with you!" Charles said as he rushed into their office to grab his jacket. Then they dashed out of the building, telling one of the front desk personnel to let their boss, Assistant Director Peter Woods know why they were leaving. When they got to their car, Tom was fumbling with the keys because his hands were shaking. Charles came around to him. "Hey, buddy ... you better let me drive if we want to get there in one piece!"Charles drove to Tom and Lynda's home in almost half the. That’s what my father and mother taught me.I’ve been fortunate in this life, I think. Growing up, I attended an all-male Roman Catholic School with a legendary reputation for excellence. It wasn’t cheap but my father worked hard to take care of his family. He’s the director of an airline company. My mother is a schoolteacher and small business owner. I attended a private college in the Boston area, surrounded by the sons and daughters of wealthy white families. And I proved myself both. She introduced herself as Penny Edwards and said she lived at the Villages which was northwest of Orlando. The reason she owned this condo was that she inherited it from her mother who passed away two years ago. While it seemed to be a good investment she said she was thinking of selling it as being an absentee owner was getting to be a big pain in the ass. She said she could invest the money from the sale and get a decent return without having all the hassle of renting out the unit.Using the.