When Jackson met Lila. It’s a 6.

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.




6 thoughts on “When Jackson met Lila. It’s a 6.

  1. UP October 5, 2018 / 2:09 pm

    My years in HR want to warn her to remove her hand PRONTO! Good six, the picture is clear.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. clark October 5, 2018 / 7:43 pm

    two interesting characters, one engaging relationship.

    Liked by 1 person

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