Chapter 11

I slumped on my swivel chair. I have been to three meetings this morning and I needed to go to another two more in the afternoon. Our whole company had been busy with the finishing of the latest project regarding the construction of the newest hospital in downtown.

“Miss Sloane, am I going to ask the cafeteria to deliver your lunch here?” Gene, my secretary asked me through the intercom.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Gene.” I replied before leaning my head on the head rest of my swivel.

I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. These days have been so torturous to me. With all of the projects lined up, I lost a huge amount of sleep attending never-ending meetings with never-ending revisions.

I can’t help but think about Hermosa Beach. That place gave me relaxation. That place gave me serenity. I want to go back but I can’t seem to make myself come back. The pain coupled with the images of how his blue eyes stared into my soul is go