Frankly Mandy I and were talking mostly among ourselves as we hadn’t seen each other in a while. Nick was starting to annoy me, however. First, he ...was being clingy and always touching me, my hand, my arm. He walked me to the table with his arm draped over me. I had noticed him do it before but it was never this bad or at least didn’t annoy me as much as it was tonight. It was like he was having to announce to the world that I was his. It made me want to push him away. Then I suddenly realized. “Who else have you worked with?”Rather than answer, she pulled out a sheet of paper from her portfolio and handed it to me. It was on a legal firm’s letter head. I did not see her name on the paper.“So your firm has worked with these companies. Have you been involved with each of them?’“Of course. Each of these were firms I worked closely with. The contact names are the inside counsel I worked for.”It was an impressive list. Lockheed in particular caught my eye. “What area were you working on. She was standing next to another young woman. They looked about the same age. The other woman was in a wedding dress. “She's my sister,” Southern said from behind him. She was in a long shirt and her damp hair stuck to her face. “Her wedding?” Duncan asked. “Yeah,” Southern had a sad look on her face. “What happened?” Duncan asked. “Just like that you know something is wrong?” He just nodded. “She was killed by a drunk driver coming home from her honeymoon.” “I'm sorry,” Duncan said, returning. I sat between two men. How depressing, right?Well, maybe God heard my prayer. The man sitting on my left talked to someone from the front row. I guessed he was asking for an exchange of seats. He had his girlfriend sitting on the front row. He wanted to sit together with her.My prayer was answered in the form of a woman in a short sleeve white shirt and black pant. She wore red lipstick. She might be in her late twenties or early thirties. I could not miss the rare chance granted by God. I.