My Kind of Town
Friendly or unfriendly?
>> Portlock
Of course Sheets Ah Sun was concerned about his son Lance. What father wouldn't be concerned for his child lying unconscious -- even a son you never once understood in 22 years? Sheets was very concerned, especially when ER social worker Lin Matsuo told Sheets and Grace that their youngest son was technically in a coma. Seeing Lance breathing from a tube, with another tube leading from the back of his skull releasing blood to relieve pressure on the brain, Sheets was both concerned and sad.It's just that he was more concerned that Lance's unfortunate incident could somehow screw up Sheets' big plans for his eldest son Laird's graduation from Stanford Business. The whole family was scheduled to leave in two days.
Lance's graduation with an MBA from Stanford would be the greatest day in Sheets' life, greater even than the births of his children, because a birth is just a beginning. But a graduation, that's an accomplishment -- in this case for both the son who carried an A- average and the father who paid the bills. Yes, Stanford had cost Sheets a pretty penny or two, but it was a good investment -- not just in his son, but in the future of Sheets' company and his family.
At the graduation dinner, Sheets would announce that he was naming Laird president of the Honolulu Soap Company. He hadn't discussed it with Laird recently, but that had been the plan all along.
Only Lily knew, because this morning she shared her ideas for reorganization of the company, which would have made her president of the Soap Company.
Sheets shot her down. Lily had a good plan, but it didn't fit his plans.
Unfortunately she did not take it well. He hoped it would not be a lingering, festering problem.
Speaking of Lily, they ought to call her and tell her the bad news.
>> Portlock
Leading with his Glock 9mm, wishing he was wearing the bulletproof vest he wore on duty, Quinn Ah Sun stepped quickly into the doorway, ready to shoot at anything that looked unfriendly. He nearly gagged. The last thing he expected to see staring at him was a big hairy okole.He couldn't tell if it was friendly or not. He decided not.
And at first that okole was all he saw. But quickly Quinn realized that the male behind was between two brown legs, obviously female, and he was lowering himself onto the female.
"Hold it right there!"
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