Templeton could hear the commotion across the field, and smiled with satisfaction. He had heard that Quinton was in Idaho Falls recovering, and that there was to be a memorial for Max in two days. He picked up the phone and summoned Jim to pay him a visit.
He looked up when Jim entered the office, and went over to the button on the wall. When the bar was exposed, he found two exquisite crystal glasses and filled them with a fine, aged whiskey. “Here you go, Jim.” He handed his employee a glass and walked over to sit behind his massive cherry wood desk. Then, he pulled an envelope from the drawer and handed it to the man. “Jim, you are indeed an excellent assistant, and quite frankly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Please accept this little bonus as my thanks for the fine job you are doing here.” He took a sip of his drink and smiled across the desk. “And, Jim. I have one more little favor for you to handle, and it needs to be done today.”
Jim was feeling special and knew that he would agree to do anything this great man asked of him. “Just name it, Mr. Templeton, you know you can count on me.” He raised his glass to the man and took a sip.
Templeton toasted with the man, and then put the glass down and leaned forward, a serious look on his face. “I want you to bring Gloria to me. It won’t be easy, but I need her here today. Do you understand?”
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