The Bugatti Veyron is basically a street legal racecar. Lines so amazing it seemed to be in motion just standing still. Sitting before us was a machine that pushed the envelope to unreal.
The guy that delivered it said it’s one of a kind.” I didn’t know either I had to look it up. “I know it’s a car, what kind is it? I’ve never seen anything like it.” “It’s a car,” Teasing, knowing what she meant. We entered a large open area to see a shiny sports car parked alone. “Jack, I’m out of breath,” Sandy said as I pushed open the door to P3. “I’m parked on the third floor of the parking garage. She managed by holding tight to my arm, scuffing along, taking quick small steps. It was hard for her to move fast in high heels with her skirt fitted snug just above the knee. The next day she came into the office, plopped both hands down on my desk, and said, “I cut my nails, Jack!” A couple of years ago, I mentioned I didn’t like the plastic ones she was wearing. Sandy had one hand gripping the cold metal railing and her other digging into my arm for support, luckily she had short nails. Ignoring the question, I pushed open the door and started down the steps.
“Do we have enough time, Jack?” Sounding concerned as we turned the corner. “Damn, the elevator’s busy let’s take the stairs.” We passed several staff members busy working at their desks, each calling out like dominoes, one after the other, “Hey Jack.” I smiled and gave thumbs up as Sandy and I hurried past. I didn’t answer – instead I led her gently by the arm toward the seventh floor elevator. “What’s going on, Jack? You seem excited.” “Come with me I want to show you something.” “Hey, Sandy,” I jumped up from my seat and moved quickly towards her. She rarely spoke to me in anything but the most dulcet tones, a trait which matched her pleasing personality.
“Jack, you’ve got senior staff in 20 minutes.” Sandy’s voice had an almost musical quality. There are a lot of sensitive issues discussed in here we would never want the rest of the office to know. We had a tight spring closer installed right after one of my senior staff accidentally left the door ajar. I could just see the faint line between her toes as her foot was flexed. Dressed in a black skirt and form-fitting zebra print blouse, she carefully positioned the toe end of her black stilettos toward the floor to keep the door from closing. She said her taste was as big as my pocketbook, and lucky for us, friends of the campaign had donated plenty of cash to do the job right. Sandy decorated our campaign offices with style, comfortable furnishings, light- colored woods, and plenty of glass. Enjoy the snippet! Book ExcerptĬhange is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. I’m hosting an excerpt from “Jack Canon’s American Destiny”, a political thriller today. Book Excerpt from Jack Canon’s American Destiny
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