Molly
The drive to Nuport had been quiet, but the moment I arrived at Randall’s office, I felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. I had poured my heart and soul into the futuristic cowboy design for the motel and today was the day we were finalizing the details. I was determined to stay on track and even though Randal had been supportive – eventually – he was also difficult. I knew this meeting would have to be precise and focused on the timing of everything. I took a deep breath and walked into the small building. The receptionist smiled welcomingly, and I headed straight to her.
“Hi, I’m Molly. I have an appointment with Randall,” I said to her. The woman nodded as she typed something on the computer.
“Ok, I see you,” she said softly. “Second floor, to the left,” she added. I nodd
