Home Is Where the Heart Is
Chapter 1
    Julie Parker was having one of those mornings from hell.
She had slept right through her alarm for the third time that week.
As she got dressed she was cursing under her breath and wondering
what she was going to tell her boss this time round. She was quite
sure that Dana, her boss, was getting quite tired of her excuses.
Julie could almost hear Dana’s questions ringing in her head.
    “ Why don’t you move
closer to work?”
    “ Why don’t you just get a
louder alarm clock?”
    She put on a pink high waist satin skirt and a white
long-sleeved blouse. She coupled her outfit with a pair of black
shiny pointy toed heels and then grabbed her bag before she ran out
of her room and into the kitchen.
    “ Great. Even dad made it out
of here earlier than me. How pathetic is that?” she
wondered as she nibbled on a bacon strip. She looked at her breakfast
and frowned. She hated having to skip breakfast especially after her
father had so lovingly prepared it for her. She looked at the time
and sighed before she grabbed her keys and got out of the house. She
decided she would get a bagel and a cup of coffee when she got to
work. When she got to her car, she got inside and started it. As if
her morning wasn’t bad enough, it seemed her car was not going
to give her an easy time either. “Damn it!” she yelled
as she banged her hand on the steering wheel. As soon as she did it,
she knew it was a bad idea. She got out of the car and banged the
door angrily as she rubbed the side of her hand. She took her phone
out of her bag and called for a cab. Thankfully, the company had a
cab a few blocks from her place, so she only had to wait for…fifteen
minutes. After she was done talking to the cab company, she dialed
Dana. She could feel her heart beating fast as she heard the phone
ringing.
    “ Dana, Hi….I’m
running late,” Julie said. She could almost hear Dana’s
tired sigh at the end of the line.
    “ Slept through the alarm again,
didn’t you?” Dana asked.
    “ Yes and…my car won’t
start,” Julie replied feeling almost too guilty.
    “ Let’s just add that to
the list of things you need to get,” Dana said. “When do
you think you’ll be here?” she asked.
    “ I just called for a cab so it
might be a while seeing as it takes me more than an hour to get to
the office,” Julie promised. “I’m really sorry
Dana, I’ll stay in an extra hour today to make up for it,”
she added guiltily.
    “ Damn right you will,”
Dana snapped before she hung up.
    Just as Julie had predicted, she did not get to work
until a little after ten. She hated that her workspace was so close
to Dana’s office. She could never really sneak in, but then
again she had an angel’s morality sense. She had just sat down
when Dana walked over to her desk.
    “ You know, you could just lease
a new car, right?” she asked as she looked at Julie.
    “ Yeah, but I’d rather
not. I am not in a great financial position right now,” Julie
admitted. Dana smiled and nodded.
    “ Well then, I have the perfect
job for you. This property mogul from England is in town looking for
a house. I thought you could show him some of the properties around
town,” Dana said. Julie frowned.
    “ A property mogul?” Julie
asked.
    “ That’s what the call
from the London office said and the meeting is right now. So, you
better get going,” Dana announced.
    “ Wait. Where am I supposed to
meet this mogul?” Julie asked as she stood up from her desk.
Dana gave her a post-it with an address written on it. “Dana
this is on the other side of town,” she responded looking at
her boss. “Wait, is this...” she started asking before
she noticed Dana nodding. She had seen that house before and fallen
in love with it. She could hardly believe that she was getting the
chance to show it. “Wow, I never thought it would be me,”
Julie confessed still looking at the address.
    “ Well it is and you are running
late.”
    “ But the

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