The next morning, Strider showered and made it to work early instead of his occasional fifteen minutes late. His voicemail had a new message.
Hi, Strider, this is Ryan. We met yesterday at the wedding. I’m the gay guy who my dad hates. Uh, I took the card you left for him and wanted to apologize for his attitude, and thank you for being so cool about it. Uh, okay, thanks. He left his phone number.
Strider listened three more times with closed eyes, recalling Ryan’s smile, his sexy cologne, his pink tie, and the hurt of his father’s rejection. He saved the message and left for his presentation.
He felt on top of his game and made eye contact with the potential clients of The Legacy Group. Words flowed through his clear mind.
Monday morning, and I’m not hung over. Wow!
One executive, Mr
