Until you come Back to me

His Dream & Her Reality (Chapter)

His Dream Her Reality

Monday Morning

"Yes, Mr. Donahue I'm glad we good agree upon that sir. Yes, I received the documents back thank you. Sir, can you hold a moment?" Taylour moved the phone from her ear at the knock on her door.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to interrupt you Mrs. Davis but there is a man here to see you." Des said leaning in the office.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know but he says his name is Mr. Jackson but he won't tell me where he is from or why he is here. He just said it's important he see you."

"Take a message and tell him to make an appointment."

"I'll only be a minute ma'am." The man said over Des's shoulder in his southern drawl. Taylour nodded and Des led him inside.

"Can I get you anything to drink Mr. Jackson?"

"No Ma'am that won't be necessary."

"Mr. Donahue I apologize sir but would it be possible that I call you back a bit later? There seems to be something that needs my attention. Okay, sir thank you." Hanging up the phone she stood to shake the man's hand. He was an older white man with denim jeans, a cowboy hat, a button-up, and a silver charm around his neck. He looked very sure of himself but Taylour's main concern was what he wanted with her.

"I'm Taylour Davis. Please have a seat, Mr. Jackson?"

"Jackson. Donovan Jackson."

"Okay, Mr. Jackson. Do you mind telling me what is so important that you had to barge in my office while I'm on an important call?"

"Well, maybe you can help me Lil' lady. I see you have quite the establishment here. Nice building and area with mostly the top corporations around here," he said standing from his chair looking around her office.

"Thank you."

"Top notch Non-profit. How would you pay to be in a building like this?"

"I'm sorry but I don't believe that's any of your business. But if you must know we receive donations."

"Gotta love donations, right? You know my wife loves to donate to charities. It's her thing I guess you could say and it was mine as well. Until one organization took almost all our money. Every year like clockwork we would give and give a little more thinking we're supporting a great cause..." He stood looking at pictures of Taylour's children. "... only to find out that the cause was for the head of that charity bought a brand-new yacht with our money. Well, my wife was devastated and I was mad. Ohhh I was beyond mad. I made a vow to bring down filthy people like that for as long as I lived. He was the first and hasn't or would ever be the last."

"Sounds honorable but what does this have to do with me?"

"Humph, I'm sure you would like to know. Things seem to be doing well here now. Not so long ago they weren't doing that great."

"We had a little financial trouble which is not out of the ordinary for a nonprofit. I'm sorry who do you work for again?"

"It's funny that you had this problem when just last year you had over $60,000.00 in donations."

"What's your point?"

"Not a point more of a question. Why? How? How could you be in financial trouble after so much donated in a single year?"

"Why is this of relevance to you?" Taylour asked with her arms folded. She was beyond annoyed with this man and his subliminal accusations.

"Humph, I'll just get to the point since you want to take the fun out of it..." He said pulling a manila envelope and threw it on her desk. She opened it to see what looked like official documents from the National Non-Profit Alliance.

"You're under investigation for misuse of funds donated for the service of this organization from the NNPA."

"WHAT!?!"

"Shall I repeat or did you not understand me the first time? I'll be needing all records, bank statements, receipts. I'll be here starting tomorrow." Leaning forward over her desk he calmly said. "Ms. Davis if you're anything close to what I think you are, I will take great pleasure in taking any and everything that you have and watching your face as your scheme comes crashing down." Standing he walked to the door opening it he looked over his shoulder smugly. "See you tomorrow." Smiling he shut the door leaving Taylour dazed and confused. Where was this coming from? And why would anyone think she was embezzling money from her own company? It just seemed like she couldn't catch a break. At that very moment, she felt a shooting pain in her stomach.

"Ahhh!" She groaned holding her stomach. Leaning forward she began to count thinking it was too early for her to be in labor. She tried to relax her breathing but the pain hit her again.

"DESIREE!! DESIREE!!" She screamed.

"Yes." Des came in the room to Taylour hunched over in her seat.

"Des...call. Um, call Sean...AHHHHH!!" Taylour fell over to her knees holding her stomach in pain. Des ran to get the phone and immediately called Sean who instructed her to call 911. When would Taylour catch a break? The stress had finally taken its toll and this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Taylour laid on the floor tears falling from her eyes with the only clear thought being the well-being of her unborn child. The pain was so severe that she soon blacked out. This couldn't be the end, could it?