A Younger Man (Mount Faith Series: Book 7) by Brenda Barrett Page B
Authors: Brenda Barrett
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She read the note further, after swinging in her chair with glee: " Hoping you have a great day today. Vanley."
Vanley! Davia sunk back in her chair. What could this mean? Had he finally come to his senses about Anita? Did he like her now, or was this just a pity gift?
She found that she didn't mind the motive; she was just happy for the gift. She would carry it in her hand when she took the taxi home today. She'd sit in the front, hold up her bouquet of gorgeous flowers, and allow people to admire it. She swiveled in her chair again with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Davia," Anita stepped into the office catching her in mid-swivel.
"Yes." Davia sat up in her seat. "I finished the meeting minutes for you, as you requested."
Anita looked at her and then at the flowers. "Those are lovely."
"Thank you," Davia smiled. "Vanley sent them. I have never gotten flowers before; come to think of it, I have never gotten a Valentine’s gift before."
She handed Anita the file and watched as she gritted her teeth. Anita looked through the file and then glanced at the flowers again. "That's nice.
Well, I will be in my office. I have a presentation tomorrow that I have to practice for. Hold my calls, will you."
"Yes." Davia nodded and watched as she walked toward her office and closed the door. Anita Parkinson wasn't indifferent to Vanley Bancroft; she now knew that for sure. It made her ponder what was the big secret that was keeping Anita and Vanley apart. It must be huge.
She looked at the flowers again, her heart melting; she wanted Vanley to really love her. Whatever the secret was, she really hoped it kept them apart. I am the perfect person for Vanley, not Anita, she told herself.
*****
Anita Parkinson stared at the first page of the PowerPoint presentation. For the life of her, she couldn't remember the various letters after her name. Eventually, she typed in "PhD" then put her head in her hands. She couldn't even lie to herself that she felt normal.
So, what if Davia had gotten a gift of flowers from Vanley? He was free to see whomever he wanted. She hardened her heart from the pain and tried to move past it.
Her presentation tomorrow was extremely important, but her mind wouldn't settle. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was twenty-one, like Davia, and working as a secretary and getting flowers from Vanley. She would give anything to be in the outer office and in Davia's uncomplicated shoes right now. She would happily exchange lives. Her PhD and her job didn't mean squat to her now.
Oh, the irony , she chuckled to herself. She had the education and everything she wanted materially; she had a good job, a few genuine friends, and Chudney. She had loads of blessings, but she didn't have Vanley. Suddenly the count on the blessings side of her list seemed far less than that of the curses side.
She was really dealt a ridiculous hand in her life. Usually when she got this down, she'd drummed up some enthusiasm in her mind. Things could have been worst, but at least she was still alive. A little voice said, " Embrace life. "
The voice sounded like her mother's, and she wondered, fuzzily, how her parents were doing. They hadn't spoken for close to eighteen years. She was not what they wanted her to be: she was what she had to be to survive. She suddenly felt bereft.
She opened her eyes and looked at her monitor.
Davia’s flowers had sent her into a self-pity induced fog. She really needed this presentation to be a distraction. She couldn't blame Vanley for moving on; she had nothing to offer him. She just wished he hadn't moved on.
She had a dog in the manger attitude, though she should know better. She started typing again, this time remembering the letters for her other credentials, the ones she had fought blood, sweat and tears to get at a time when she hadn't been sure who she was. She typed them and felt calmer; it was a brittle type of calm though. She still felt uneasy.
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She read the note further, after swinging in her chair with glee: " Hoping you have a great day today. Vanley."
Vanley! Davia sunk back in her chair. What could this mean? Had he finally come to his senses about Anita? Did he like her now, or was this just a pity gift?
She found that she didn't mind the motive; she was just happy for the gift. She would carry it in her hand when she took the taxi home today. She'd sit in the front, hold up her bouquet of gorgeous flowers, and allow people to admire it. She swiveled in her chair again with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Davia," Anita stepped into the office catching her in mid-swivel.
"Yes." Davia sat up in her seat. "I finished the meeting minutes for you, as you requested."
Anita looked at her and then at the flowers. "Those are lovely."
"Thank you," Davia smiled. "Vanley sent them. I have never gotten flowers before; come to think of it, I have never gotten a Valentine’s gift before."
She handed Anita the file and watched as she gritted her teeth. Anita looked through the file and then glanced at the flowers again. "That's nice.
Well, I will be in my office. I have a presentation tomorrow that I have to practice for. Hold my calls, will you."
"Yes." Davia nodded and watched as she walked toward her office and closed the door. Anita Parkinson wasn't indifferent to Vanley Bancroft; she now knew that for sure. It made her ponder what was the big secret that was keeping Anita and Vanley apart. It must be huge.
She looked at the flowers again, her heart melting; she wanted Vanley to really love her. Whatever the secret was, she really hoped it kept them apart. I am the perfect person for Vanley, not Anita, she told herself.
*****
Anita Parkinson stared at the first page of the PowerPoint presentation. For the life of her, she couldn't remember the various letters after her name. Eventually, she typed in "PhD" then put her head in her hands. She couldn't even lie to herself that she felt normal.
So, what if Davia had gotten a gift of flowers from Vanley? He was free to see whomever he wanted. She hardened her heart from the pain and tried to move past it.
Her presentation tomorrow was extremely important, but her mind wouldn't settle. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was twenty-one, like Davia, and working as a secretary and getting flowers from Vanley. She would give anything to be in the outer office and in Davia's uncomplicated shoes right now. She would happily exchange lives. Her PhD and her job didn't mean squat to her now.
Oh, the irony , she chuckled to herself. She had the education and everything she wanted materially; she had a good job, a few genuine friends, and Chudney. She had loads of blessings, but she didn't have Vanley. Suddenly the count on the blessings side of her list seemed far less than that of the curses side.
She was really dealt a ridiculous hand in her life. Usually when she got this down, she'd drummed up some enthusiasm in her mind. Things could have been worst, but at least she was still alive. A little voice said, " Embrace life. "
The voice sounded like her mother's, and she wondered, fuzzily, how her parents were doing. They hadn't spoken for close to eighteen years. She was not what they wanted her to be: she was what she had to be to survive. She suddenly felt bereft.
She opened her eyes and looked at her monitor.
Davia’s flowers had sent her into a self-pity induced fog. She really needed this presentation to be a distraction. She couldn't blame Vanley for moving on; she had nothing to offer him. She just wished he hadn't moved on.
She had a dog in the manger attitude, though she should know better. She started typing again, this time remembering the letters for her other credentials, the ones she had fought blood, sweat and tears to get at a time when she hadn't been sure who she was. She typed them and felt calmer; it was a brittle type of calm though. She still felt uneasy.
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