Setting down the phone receiver and inhaling deeply, he expelled the air and tried to think of a solution that would still provide the guaranteed results that he needed. This was deep trouble and he knew it.For not the first time in his life, he found himself in a situation where there was no easy way out. Perhaps there was no way out at all. His legacy depended on it.Tapping his fingers on his mahogany desk, Trent pushed back his leather office chair. There was no satisfying answer that his mind could comprehend. He had to have a wife within the next month and that was it. A swarm of energy entered the room and immediately he knew that Rachel must be there. If the energy didn’t give her away the smell of fresh oranges would have. “Afternoon delivery,” Rachel said her straight, long brown hair bouncing as she plunked a plate of peeled oranges on the desk. It was their afternoon ritual. A mid-afternoon orange and a debrief of the day with each covering their highs and lows. It was when he did his best thinking and his best ideas always came to him then.
