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Bastian shuts the door as we stand in a giant three-story entryway. Shit. This is way, way nicer than I expected.
There’s artwork on the walls that looks to be original. And when I say artwork, I mean famous paintings that people learn about in high school art classes. The crystal chandelier that hangs overhead probably cost more than my parents’ home and half of Main Street.
I look down and see my shoes dripping onto the floor and I cringe.
“What brings you out here?” Bastian asks.
“Is Mr. Wellington home?” I ask.
Bastian swallows and nods. “He is,” he answers slowly. Bastian seldom brings up his boss. All I know about Adam Wellington is he is rich, he doesn’t hang out on Main Street, and Bastian cooks food for him and met him in France a long time ago.
Now, I’m the one swallowing my nerves. “I was hoping to see him. I’ve been trying to get in touch with him for a few months now and I just thought I’d stop by with some treats and see if he won’t consider my request to borrow some books,” I explain as I hold up the bag Elisha gave me. I haven’t said anything to Bastian about the books because I feel bad dragging him into it. I may have mentioned it once, but Bastian just suggested I send an email, which I did, ten times.
“Elisha’s?” he asks.
I open it and hold out a cookie which he accepts and takes a bite of. He groans in appreciation. “She is a freaking genius,” he mumbles in between bites.
“Right?” I reply. I nervously adjust my weight from one foot to the other and back again. “So, is he here?”
Bastian nods as a door opens in the distance and I hear footsteps. I straighten and try to look presentable. I’m readying myself to speak to Adam Wellington when a short woman who appears to be slightly older than my parents appears from around a corner. She startles and places a hand on her chest.
“Oh my! You scared me!” she says as she tries to compose herself.
“Mrs. Potter, this is Isa Garren. She’d like to speak to Adam,” Bastian explains.
“Oh?” Mrs. Potter frowns. “He’s in his office on a call. But maybe he could speak to you when he gets off? It might be a little while though.”
“I can wait…” I trail off as I look at Felipe. I can’t exactly leave him in the car for a long time in this weather.
Mrs. Potter looks at Felipe. “Well, we can’t have…” She pauses.
“Felipe,” I state as I pat his head and he looks up at me with a goofy doggy grin.
“Felipe,” she repeats, “waiting outside. Let’s get you settled in the drawing room, and I’ll let Mr. Wellington know you are here when he gets off his call.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that,” I say.
“Of course,” she says as she motions for me to follow her.
Bastian looks out of the windows surrounding the door.
“Uh, no offense, but don’t stay too long. I’m not sure your car is equipped for the snow,” he mumbles.
I roll my eyes. “Me and Bessie will be just fine,” I assure him.
“Bessie?” he asks.
I shrug. “It’s her one mismatched black door,” I explain, as I glance out at my white car. After I got in an accident a few years ago, the repair guy could only find a black door. It was extra to paint it white, so I just kept it black and put some black spot stickers that look like cow prints on my car.
“Nice…cow stickers?” he stammers.
“Thanks. It completes her look,” I reply with a wink.
He laughs and shakes his head. “How have I never seen your car before?”
“I keep her hidden just off Main Street.” I look outside. “I think we are only getting a few inches,” I add.
“That’s what…” He trails off as Mrs. Potter raises an eyebrow.
