Dawson sat in the meeting starting at the half-emptyglass water jug resting in the middle of the table. The crystal-clear waterreminded him of the ocean. He could still see Brook standing in the waves inher tiny black bikini. Her long red hair wet and hanging down her back as thewaves crashed around her slender hips. The afternoonis sunbathing her silken skin. Hersmile is shining as they played andfrolicked in the warm water. She had looked more beautiful than anything he hadever known.
“Whatdo you think Mr. Archer?” The client across the table asked drawing Dawson’sthoughts back to the meeting. He focused back on the men at the table lookingat the overweight clients and then at his senior colleagues. Anxiety filled himas Dawson realized he had not heard a word that anyone had said.
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