sat. “Yes, of course. I told Walt I could fax the signed contract to him, but he insisted you come and formalize the deal in person.”
“Walt is very thorough.” She hoped her emotions weren’t showing. So Walt could have had the contract without me making this trip. This is just another of his grandiose schemes to try and impress someone. I hate that man. She looked past Mr. Feldman, through the window behind him. It was solid black. The sun still had not made an appearance. I could kill Walt for this. She looked back at Mr. Feldman. “Would you like me to walk you through the proposal?”
Mr. Feldman smiled. “Between the legal staff and accounting, I believe we understand. But please, walk me through it, to make sure we haven’t missed anything.”
Mary Lou opened her file folder and pulled out the twenty pages of material. They began working through it and were almost finished before noon. Her heart began to beat a little faster. I’m going to be on the next plane home.
Mr. Feldman insisted they go to lunch and finish the meeting afterward. He’s the client. If he wants to go to lunch, fine. I am hungry.
Mr. Feldman walked her to the company cafeteria, which was located in the building next to his office. The sun had finally risen.
Mary Lou ate a quick lunch while Mr. Feldman continued to talk about his company, his family, his grandkids, and living in Alaska. Mary Lou fought to be calm and respond politely. But she was thinking that the man had to be very lonely, pouring his heart out to a business contact.
After ninety minutes that seemed like hours, they walked back to the office and finished their work.
Mr. Feldman picked up the contract and looked her in the eye. “What’s a nice woman like you doing, working for Walt Pederson?”
She was taken aback and felt her face redden. “Why, I guess I’m learning the business.”
He smiled, “I think you’re doing a great job. I believe you know more about the business than you realize. I’m impressed.”
Her mouth went dry. “I—I’m flattered.”
He smiled disarmingly. “Don’t be. I’m being honest. I don’t suppose you would entertain working here in Zedlav? I could use someone with your work ethic.”
She swallowed. “My family is in Colorado.”
Mr. Feldman shook his head slowly and ended their meeting by picking up his pen. “Let me sign this now.” He made two quick, undecipherable swishes with the pen and handed the contracts to Mary Lou.
“Thank you, sir. It’s been a pleasure.”
He stood and walked her to the door. “Happy New Year.”
She felt grateful that everything had gone well, and she thanked him again. Then she made her way back to the hotel. She wondered if Walt had put him up to asking her if she would move to Zedlav. Walt would love that, me freezing all the time.
She hurried up to her room and began throwing things into her bag. I can’t wait to get this contract to Walt. I can’t wait to get home. I can’t wait to see Bobby. Less than ten minutes later, she dashed down the stairs to check out.
She stood at the counter, waiting for the manager. Where is that man? She tapped her fingers on the counter.
After a few minutes, the man who’d checked her in the day before appeared. “May I help you?”
She pushed the room key toward him. “I’d like to check out. Are there additional charges?”
“Are you sure you want to check out?”
She frowned. “Of course, I want to leave. My business is done here.”
The man smiled. “Of course, you want to leave. But all flights have been cancelled today. There was an avalanche. The airport shuttle is buried under thirty feet of snow. Rescue crews are trying to retrieve the bodies. It will be a few days before they can clear the road.”
Mary Lou stepped back from the counter. “I need a moment.” She took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. “I guess I am going to need my room.” She turned around and dragged her bag up the stairs to the less-than-warm room that she had just left.
Once in her room again, she sat on the bed. Oh, how I hate calling Walt, but the office is closed, and he has to get this contract. She punched the number on her cell. At least I have service here.
Four rings later, Walt answered, “Mary Lou. What do you want? Did you get the contract? Why are you calling me on my cell?”
The hair on the back of her neck stiffened. She fought to keep defensiveness out of her voice. “The office is closed, and I called because I can’t get back to deliver this signed contract to you. There’s an avalanche, and the roads are closed. I’m stuck here, but I can fax you the contract. I wanted you to know that it will be at the office.”
“When are you getting back?”
Mary Lou wrinkled her nose. What? No, “Gee, thanks. Good job. You got the contract signed”? “I don’t know. It depends on how long it takes to clear the road. The hotel manager said it could take days.”
“Days? You won’t be in on Monday? I guess you could take a few days of vacation. It would finish out the year.”
Vacation? I am going to kill this man! She kept her voice calm. “I am stuck here on company business. You sent me. This is not a vacation.”
Walt cleared his throat. “I’ll tell Joe to pick up the contract and process it. You can take the vacation business up with him.” The call went dead.
He did not hang up on me! Walt, you are king of the jerks!
She fell back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. “God, what did I do to deserve this? Why are you punishing me?”
She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Silence enveloped her. Then she sighed deeply and sat up.
Mary Lou touched her sister’s number on her cell phone.
Eileen’s voice immediately calmed Mary Lou. “How exciting for you to be in Alaska. Everyone missed you yesterday. Mom and Dad said for you to take a lot of pictures. When will you be home?”
Mary Lou sighed. “It looks like it may be a while. I got everything done here and went to check out. That’s when I found out about the avalanche. I could be here another few days. The sun is already going down. It is so cold here. Forget pictures. I’m just surviving.”
Eileen laughed. “You are such a drama queen. It can’t be that bad. ‘Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.’ Philippians 4:4-5.”
Mary Lou rolled her eyes. “I have to go. I have to find a fax machine so I can get this contract to the Denver office.” Fine. Drama queens don’t have to talk to unsympathetic sisters.
Thursday, December 27
Lakewood, Colorado
Beth Pederson started her day like any other day. She slept in, took her bath, came down to the kitchen, and fixed a cup of designer coffee. She added creamer and sugar, then took her seat at the kitchen table. She had been awake, pretending to sleep, when Walt left their bedroom. She heard him walk down the stairs and assumed that he had left. The offices were closed; he would have gone to the club.
She was used to him not saying good-bye. She took a minute to contently contemplate her day ahead.
She peered through her sliding glass doors to the patio. The edges of the covered patio retained a small amount of ice from the storm a few days before. The sky was a bright blue with bleached white clouds. It was going to be a nice day.
The phone rang, interrupting the peaceful moment.
She