piece, while bobbing his head...
“Dispatch--put me through to Lincoln Medical Facility. Yeah--you heard me right--Lincoln Medical Facility. And before they get on the line--tell them to roll out the red carpet--courtesy of Lucien Delors” he nodded at something he’d heard from dispatch, then replied saying...
“Tell them, we’re in bound, and reroute the data transmission from the Samaritan Hospital, since she won’t be going there. Instead--send the information to Lincoln Medical Facility. And tell them--we’ll keep them updated throughout the flight.”
Lucien turned to Caesar, then he said,,,
“Change of plans.”
“I sorta figured that out.” Caesar said... “You gonna call your family--or should I break the news?”
“Neither...” Lucien said. They stood back as the medical transport hovered overhead, then glided over three city blocks. While they walked over to the chopper, Lucien said...
“It’s the holiday, and I don’t see the wisdom in worrying my family. I’m sure they’ll tell me to let the solicitor handle this...but I don’t agree. I think this situation requires hands on involvement from a Delors’. And since I’m here--and I’m sort of a witness--I see no need to bother anyone else with this problem.”
“I get your point boss...but do you think that your family will feel any better if you decide to blowoff the rest of the day? I’m just saying...being a no show is a guaranteed way to seed worry and concern”
“Yes--you’re right.”
Lucien knew that his pilot was right. Before he left the Ball, he’d promised Chantel that he would return.
“Damn”
He cursed. He didn’t want to worry his family--but he also knew that he would not abandon that woman. He had a responsibility and he accepted, if he called home, no amount of reasoning would suffice.
They were flying overhead when clarity hit him and this answer was his only recourse. He lifted his phone, then pressed her number. After several rings, the phone was answered.
“Eliza Pendleton...” In the background, a chorus of sounds filled the receiver, making hearing her difficult.
Lucien spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise.
“Eliza...this is Lucien...did I catch you at a bad time?”
Eliza and Lucien had been friends for years, and before taking the job at the Governors office, she’d been on retainer for a subsidiary controlled by one of the Delors holding companies. He could barely hear her when she responded.
“You know me Lucien. Since the crack of dawn, I’ve been making the rounds with the governor, and a few of his cabinet members.”
There was a strange tone in her voice. A sadness that he heard, the longer she talked.
“Actually, the governor is leaving now, and I’m heading for the door--then, after a quick stop at my hotel, I’ll change into my white gown, then, I plan to spend the remainder of my day at your family’s White Ball.”
This was exactly what he’d expected. He could hear the lessening of sounds and he assumed, that maybe she’d found a quiet room to talk and continue their conversation.
“If you’re calling me...I take it that you’re not at your family’s house. What’s wrong?”
“There’s a problem Eliza--and I need your help. But..., first...I have to ask; are you all right? You sound like there’s something wrong on your end.”
There was silence and he didn’t venture to make sense of it. Lucien could hear muffled party noises but as for Eliza; he couldn’t even hear the rise and fall of her breaths. A few seconds passed, when he broke the silence.
“Eliza...talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Lucien...didn’t you just say that you needed my help.”
“Yes...but...”
“No buts. You know me. I know how to separate my life from my job.”
“But, Eliza...you don’t work for me anymore. This favor is from one friend to the other--and what I’m hearing in your voice
“Dispatch--put me through to Lincoln Medical Facility. Yeah--you heard me right--Lincoln Medical Facility. And before they get on the line--tell them to roll out the red carpet--courtesy of Lucien Delors” he nodded at something he’d heard from dispatch, then replied saying...
“Tell them, we’re in bound, and reroute the data transmission from the Samaritan Hospital, since she won’t be going there. Instead--send the information to Lincoln Medical Facility. And tell them--we’ll keep them updated throughout the flight.”
Lucien turned to Caesar, then he said,,,
“Change of plans.”
“I sorta figured that out.” Caesar said... “You gonna call your family--or should I break the news?”
“Neither...” Lucien said. They stood back as the medical transport hovered overhead, then glided over three city blocks. While they walked over to the chopper, Lucien said...
“It’s the holiday, and I don’t see the wisdom in worrying my family. I’m sure they’ll tell me to let the solicitor handle this...but I don’t agree. I think this situation requires hands on involvement from a Delors’. And since I’m here--and I’m sort of a witness--I see no need to bother anyone else with this problem.”
“I get your point boss...but do you think that your family will feel any better if you decide to blowoff the rest of the day? I’m just saying...being a no show is a guaranteed way to seed worry and concern”
“Yes--you’re right.”
Lucien knew that his pilot was right. Before he left the Ball, he’d promised Chantel that he would return.
“Damn”
He cursed. He didn’t want to worry his family--but he also knew that he would not abandon that woman. He had a responsibility and he accepted, if he called home, no amount of reasoning would suffice.
They were flying overhead when clarity hit him and this answer was his only recourse. He lifted his phone, then pressed her number. After several rings, the phone was answered.
“Eliza Pendleton...” In the background, a chorus of sounds filled the receiver, making hearing her difficult.
Lucien spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise.
“Eliza...this is Lucien...did I catch you at a bad time?”
Eliza and Lucien had been friends for years, and before taking the job at the Governors office, she’d been on retainer for a subsidiary controlled by one of the Delors holding companies. He could barely hear her when she responded.
“You know me Lucien. Since the crack of dawn, I’ve been making the rounds with the governor, and a few of his cabinet members.”
There was a strange tone in her voice. A sadness that he heard, the longer she talked.
“Actually, the governor is leaving now, and I’m heading for the door--then, after a quick stop at my hotel, I’ll change into my white gown, then, I plan to spend the remainder of my day at your family’s White Ball.”
This was exactly what he’d expected. He could hear the lessening of sounds and he assumed, that maybe she’d found a quiet room to talk and continue their conversation.
“If you’re calling me...I take it that you’re not at your family’s house. What’s wrong?”
“There’s a problem Eliza--and I need your help. But..., first...I have to ask; are you all right? You sound like there’s something wrong on your end.”
There was silence and he didn’t venture to make sense of it. Lucien could hear muffled party noises but as for Eliza; he couldn’t even hear the rise and fall of her breaths. A few seconds passed, when he broke the silence.
“Eliza...talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Lucien...didn’t you just say that you needed my help.”
“Yes...but...”
“No buts. You know me. I know how to separate my life from my job.”
“But, Eliza...you don’t work for me anymore. This favor is from one friend to the other--and what I’m hearing in your voice
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