Jackson, come on man, you’ve got to find a way to crunch the numbers. If anyone can do it, you can!
Lila, who’d blown into town (and our small Midwest corporate office) like a southern California surfer girl ready to ride the “big one”, stared at me, unblinking eyes dancing with mischief; there was no contest.
I had to look away for fear she’d see more than surprise in my eyes, the torch had been burning that long.
No sooner had I turned back to my desk, spreadsheets seemingly vibrating on my monitors as if awaiting anointing oil from some high priest of data manipulation, than I felt a hand tentatively touch my shoulder.
A caress of syllables, Lila’s voice sounded in my ear, I believe you can do this.