The Proposal_No Tears for Katherine_One small act of kindness_The Nay-Nay
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The Proposal
The Proposal“Victoria, you didn’t need to make an appointment to be here at 8:00 in the morning. If you wanted to see us, why didn’t you just ask?” “I’m not here for me. I’m here for you. The partners of Steed Eastman. “I’ve spent the past week with my accountant and attorney. We are aware that you are one of the many victims of embezzlement by the Jacobson Accounting Firm. As with several other companies, yours was targeted long enough for the insurance to lapsed leaving you with few options. Together we have drafted a proposal, under my penname of V.E. O’Conner, to make a substantial invest...
No Tears for Katherine
It took Pauline ages to scrub off the grime from the ’74 Cadillac she was restoring. But it was worth it, for she’d finally gotten the engine to start. If the neighbors hadn’t all heard her whoop of triumph down to both ends of the block, they’d surely heard the engine chugging, for she hadn’t bought a new muffler yet.In any event, she mused as she finally emerged from the shower and put on her favorite red top and white pants, that made two things Florence would be overjoyed with when she got home. Besides the candlelit dinner Pauline had planned to mark the 40th anniversary of their freedom,...
One smwww.onedoor.ccall act of kindness
Am I really about to give this speech in front of all these people? To the whole United States of America? To the world? And be broadcasted on the world wide web? Having my words and face out on every form of social media? In every home around the globe?I am just a small town girl. Who followed her heart and did what I was raised to do. I am no more special than anyone else. Are my words actually this important? Yes because everyone's words are important. No matter who you are and where you are from.I just did what i felt was right. I was raised to treat others with respect and to do what is ...
The Nay-Nay
Connor Blackwater peered into the box at the creature inside. “What is it?” he asked. “Don’t know son,” replied Uncle Bart. “I was hoping you’d tell me, you being such an expert and all. All I know is it’s injured, needs help.” “Bartholomew Grigson, what’ve you brought him now?” “Oh, hi Shona. Just telling young Connor here, it’s something I found injured by the side of the road while passing through Idaho. Middle of nowhere, no idea where there were any vets, so brought it back for Connor to nurse back to health.” “As if we haven’t got enough waifs and strays. Ah well, one more won’t make any...