May I enter? The attorney inquired. I moved back, permitting the attorney inside. He moved with the assurance of an individual accustomed to entering high-stakes conference rooms, not a dilapidated repairman’s residence.
He surveyed my modest lounge. His eyes pausing momentarily on the flaking paint and thrift-store furnishings. Settle in, I suggested, with a touch of irony.
He refrained from seating, rather, he presented the packet. Miss Harrison directed me to convey this to you in person. She favors compensating those who exceed expectations.
I unsealed it warily, my coarse fingers contrasting the silky material. Within lay a cheque. My gaze expanded upon viewing the sum.
$50,000. This must be a jest, I whispered. It has to be an error.
No error, he confirmed. Miss Harrison possesses her motives. What motives? I queried, doubt seeping into my words.
I repaired her vehicle, not her whole existence. He grinned slightly. She’s quite reserved, but suffice to say she prizes gestures of goodwill, particularly from those anticipating zilch.
I fixated on the cheque for an apparent forever, my thoughts whirling. $50,000 exceeded any sum I’d encountered, much less grasped. It might clear my obligations, upgrade the workshop, perhaps permit grander aspirations.
Yet a snag existed. One must. What’s the stipulation? I questioned, my tone guarded.
No stipulation, the attorney responded fluidly. It’s a present. Straightforward and pure.
I harbored doubts, not fully. Folks like her didn’t dispense funds without cause. Nevertheless, I assented, tucking the cheque into the packet.
If she seeks additional vehicle mends, she knows my location, I commented, attempting levity. The attorney offered a courteous incline and departed. Savor your night, Mr. Thompson, and be cautious.
The following morning, I still grappled with the occurrence when another astonishment emerged. A dark utility vehicle halted before my establishment, and Olivia Harrison emerged personally. She lacked the disheveled appearance from prior.
Currently, she embodied the refined executive, her poise emanating like warmth from daylight. Miss Harrison, I uttered, swabbing my hands on a cloth. Unexpected to encounter you so promptly.
Address me as Olivia, she expressed with a subtle grin. I desired to convey thanks personally. Didn’t your attorney manage that already? I countered, striving to conceal my unease.
She chuckled gently. I guess he did, but I hold that thanks merits direct delivery. Something in her inflection, perhaps genuineness, disarmed me.
She advanced nearer, her view scanning the establishment. This constitutes your enterprise. For superior or inferior, I noted.
Primarily inferior lately. Her features mellowed. You excel at your craft.
You might demand double, and clients would persist. Not in this vicinity, I retorted. Residents lack such funds.
Olivia inclined her head reflectively. Suppose I stated I could alter that? Not solely for you, but the entire district? I scowled. What do you imply? She beamed, mysterious.
I possess an offer, but it’s unsuitable for discussion here. Available for supper this evening? Supper? Alongside her? I wavered, uncertain if flattered or wary. I seldom blend commerce with meals, I voiced prudently.
Then deem it an obligation, she rejoined, her inflection brooking no debate. Collect me at eight. I’ll message the location.
And abruptly, she vanished once more, leaving me gazing in astonishment. The remainder of the day blurred. Upon arriving at the elegant eatery Olivia selected, my anxiety resurfaced.
My aged pickup appeared utterly incongruous amid the opulent vehicles in the parking. Within, Olivia awaited at a secluded booth, attired impeccably and utterly composed. You groom well, she observed as I seated, her gaze sparkling with mirth.
Thanks, I grumbled, sensing like an outsider. She avoided chit-chat. You likely ponder my motives for this…
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