Will's head cocked to one side with a puzzled look on his face. "Did I say that? Geez, I must have forgotten."
In an effort to multitask, I analyzed some data while soothing 'hold' muzak from Trek Micro flooded through my office from the speaker phone. Just as I was getting into it, a lady picked up.
"Trek Micro Systems, how may I assist you?"
"Yes, hi, may I please speak with someone in your account management department?" I asked.
"Certainly, sir, may I have your name?"
"Yes, my name is Trevor Morrison."
A few moments later a familiar voice came on the line. "Trevor?" she said. As soon as I heard her voice, my stomach knotted up. "Ashley?"
"Oh my god, Trevor, how's it going?"
"Things are going well, how are things with you?"
"I'm doing well. This is so weird, I heard there was a Trevor Morrison on the phone and I thought, no it couldn't be."
"I had no idea you worked for Trek Micro."
"Yeah, I've been here for almost a year. So I take it you're not a lawyer?"
"No, I decided to go in a different direction."
"So what do you do now?"
"I'm back in Vancouver, just working for some company. I would love to get together some time to catch up."
"Sure, what's your number? I'll call you when I'm off work."
I disconnected the phone and exhaled a deep breath. I was so caught off guard that I forgot all about the reason for my call in the first place.
I looked down and felt my hands - they were sweating profusely. Who would have thought a girl I dated so many years ago would still make me feel so nervous. I felt like I did when we first met in Banff. I had no idea my feelings for her were still so strong. I guess I had been suppressing them all this time.
Similarly to when I was seventeen and in Banff, I allowed my mind to wander, once again thinking of all the possible scenarios that could possibly unfold tonight. Would she still be the same person? Had she gotten over me? Was she seeing anyone else? All these questions came to mind. In any event, I was about to find out.
In preparation for our date, I went to the mall and bought a new shirt and some flowers, nothing too fancy, in case she was married. I wanted to send the message I was doing well and still cared about her, but I would allow her to fill in the details of how much. I also went to a car rental agency and rented a mid-sized vehicle for the night. The only decent car they had was a blue Ford Focus. It was not the classiest car, but it would have to do.
I drove back to my place to get ready. After I had a shower, I took my new shirt out of the bag and pulled the tags off. I held it up and looked at it. It still had creases from being folded in the store so I took out my iron and ironed it too. I ironed my pants while I was at it. I wanted everything to be perfect for the evening so no detail was overlooked.
After I was done ironing, I put my pants on and buttoned my new shirt overtop a clean white tee. I did my hair, brushed my teeth, and donned a single spray of her favourite cologne. By the time I was finished, it was 5:30 - time to pick Ashley up from work.
I pulled up to the Trek Micro building and saw Ashley waiting promptly. She looked as gorgeous as ever. Other than her hairstyle, she had not changed a bit.
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The Art of the HustleMystery / Thriller
Self-made billionaire, Trevor Morrison, recounts his life from being a poor kid from a small town to creating one of the largest companies in the world, all before his 30th birthday. A true underdog tale is told in The Art of the Hustle. When Trev...