6
Bennett was seated at his desk in his office at City Hall, where expansive windows looked out over the village and the beach, all the way to the marina. With his windows open to the cool breeze, he could hear the distant roar of the ocean. While the view was inspiring, he was trying to keep his mind focused on the quarterly budget.
His desk phone lit up, and Nan’s cheerful voice chirped through it from the front desk. “Call for you, Mr. Mayor. Shall I pass it through?”
He’d been working all morning and hated to lose his train of thought. “Did they say who’s calling?”
“Just a minute,” Nan said. Moments later, she came back on the line. “Her name is Diana Corbin, and she says it’s quite important. She refuses to tell me what it’s about, and believe me, I tried to wheedle it out of her.
