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I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, thank you so much. You are the absolute best.”
“Yes, I am,” he agrees affably. “Did you invite Connor and Levy? Or Parker and Sons?”
Connor and Levy is the largest firm of real estate attorneys in the city. Parker and Sons is a huge waste management company. It would be amazing to have them attend.
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “I didn’t, because we’ve never worked with them before. Do you think they’d be interested?”
“Leave it to me. I’ll challenge them to match my donation, and I assure you that they will do so. They’re all close friends of mine, and they know LLS is close to my heart.”
We chat for a few more minutes and then hung up, and I feel a huge sense of relief, but I now really question what happened to the invitations.
I go ahead and make three more calls.
None of the three people have gotten their invitations. And all of them are interested in going. So it was never a matter of a problem with the event—it was just that nobody knew about it.
As I check each of them off the list, I have a churning sensation in my gut.
I have to accept that the invitations were never mailed out. This puts me in a weird position, because I should tell Cecelia, but she’s already sick of what she perceives as a feud between me and Amanda.
So. Out of all those invites, not a single person will have received them. I am not going to be getting a lot of sleep over the next few days.
I call the printer and order a rush job for new invitations, which I will of course personally mail out myself. I will hand-carry the invitations to the post office and send them return receipt requested.
There is an extra expense for the rush print job, but at least they said they’d get them to me by tomorrow.
As I hang up, I get a text from Tyler, saying that Connor and Levy were in for fifty thousand dollars and Parker and Sons came in at seventy-five thousand.
I call him back immediately. “You can’t just tell me such fantastic news with a text. Thank you thank you thank you.” I cry out. “You are the absolute most amazing man in the universe.”
“Well, that’s what my wife tells me every night,” he agrees. He lets out a chuckle. “I knew Parker and Sons would want to outdo me. Hey, it’s all for the kids, right?”
“Indeed it is. And you are a superhero. I owe you big time, and don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
He rings off, and I stand up and start doing a victory dance.
“Woot, woot, party over here ...” I sing out.
Cecelia happens to come walking by my office at that exact moment. She stares at me, gives me a puzzled look, and walks off.
Paolo is on her heels. I love how he dresses; he always wears a bowtie, which I think should be mandatory for men. I’m going to tell Mason that one of these days.
No, I’m not. He is not my pal; he is my client. My client who I’ve been having dirty dreams about for weeks.
“Dancing? I’m in.” Paolo rushes in, grabs me by the hand, and swings me around.
“What on earth is going on around here?” Amanda pokes her head in the door.
Paolo does a dramatic sweep and dip. He and his wife do competitive salsa dancing. I used to take ballet classes, so I’m not too shabby myself, and I fall right into the rhythm.
“All the world’s a stage.” he shouts out, and Amanda gives us a disgusted look and stalks off.
When she leaves, we stop dancing and burst into laughter.
“She really is a pill, isn’t she?” he says in a low voice, glancing at the doorway in case she’s lurking just outside.
“That’s one way to describe it.” I roll my eyes. I’m glad it’s not just me. I don’t want to think I’m being unreasonable.
“Well, I’d love to dance all day, but duty calls. I’m having a client luncheon. Don’t let her get to you. You’re amazing.” He blows me a kiss and leaves.
