Perfect Match by Jerry Byrum Read Free Book Online

the changing cloud formations, the coloring of the distant
landscape, and stout oaks swaying in the spring air. What a beautiful day, she
thought. Thank you, Lord. I love this day.
    She tapped her pen on the notebook, thinking. She looked back
down the hall at D.R. Fallington’s closed door, and then wrote a few more
sentences. Then tap, tap, tap, with her pen, while her young mind filtered
through word choices for her next sentences.

Chapter Eight
     
    Madison was seated at her desk, shaking her head, gleaning
more bad news from the company reports she’d analyzed for the second and third
time. Fallington Enterprises was a disaster. She felt even more pressure from
that realization.
    She wondered how some of the early warning signs had slipped
by Edna, as sharp as she was. But then again the company numbers and
information had been camouflaged so cleverly. Madison could see that only
someone on site, such as herself, could have caught some of the subtleties.
    She needed this job. She couldn’t afford to fail. She had to
pull off something close to a miracle. She felt the pressure to be successful
at work, and as a mom. She had a depressing thought; I’ll be so busy I’ll never
have time to find a wonderful man, or for one to find me. She gave a little shake
of her head.
    She’d shifted Janice Smithfield from Rodney’s “light typing”
clerk, to be her administrative assistant, and quickly refocused her skills
with expanded responsibilities. Janice blossomed with the additional
challenges. She’d become a quick study just like Madison.
    Janice reflected professionalism in her dress and efficient
work habits. Her black hair with fashionable highlights of gray, swinging at
shoulder length gave her an extra touch of maturity that sent vibes to the
younger women, that the office was no longer a giant playpen.
    Janice sat across from Madison, waiting patiently.
    After gathering her thoughts, Madison reeled off a list of
things for Janice to coordinate, as they projected through the weeks on the
calendar. “For the company staff meeting, send the memo only to the office
managers in New York, Los Angeles, and Atlanta. I’ll deal with Hong Kong
separately, probably go there myself later. Coordinate their flight plans,
economy seats, no rental cars, reservations for them at Shiloh Mountain View
Inn. Not the cheapest, but certainly not the most expensive.
    “Also pull the numbers data on our branch offices. I want to
review the expenses of the managers, leasing contracts, along with other office
expenses.” Madison tapped her finger nail on her desk, thinking. “Search the
files for past communications between D.R. and the office managers. I’d like to
know of any communication threads that are left hanging.”
    “Anything else?” asked Janice, smiling.
    Madison laughed. “Yes, be sure you take breaks. I know you
must feel like we’re working in an emergency room or a trauma center…and we
are. I appreciate all your help.”
     
    Popular plastic surgeon, Dr. Samantha Sutton, removed the
bandage covering the left side of D.R.’s face. She placed her fingers under his
chin tilting his head. She bent slightly over the hospital bed examining the
six-inch cut.
    His eyes grazed over her smooth facial skin. She must be 45
or 50, he thought, but he had sexual images of her without any clothes on. He
recognized the familiar increased heart beats, when an attractive female came
within a couple of feet of him. But not some woman this old, he thought. Maybe
he was just caught at a vulnerable moment, since she was the only female doctor
he had.
    She smiled as she straightened up, standing beside his bed.
“Well, I think we can leave the bandage off. Your healing is coming along
nicely and it looks like you’ll have minimal scarring. The ER doctors did some
pretty good work suturing your laceration. However, looks like there might be a
couple places where you’re most likely to have a small scar. In cases like that
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