The Second Coming Alan Becker Novels & Stories

Becky looked up, and before them, a man in a dapper suit stood with his hand outstretched toward James, but before he could shake his hand his eyes stopped on Becky. "Becky? Rebecca Beckett, is that you?!" he shouted with wide eyes. Becky gaped, "Oh my! Alan? Alan Walker?!" slowly, she let go of James's grip on him and jumped forward to hug him. "I didn't expect to meet you here!" she screamed in disbelief. "This is crazy!" chirped Alan as he covered his mouth, which was shiny because of the pink lip gloss he was wearing. Amid their excitement, James suddenly cleared his throat loudly, "Okay ladies, can you save your reunion for later? Alan? Is that your name? Don't you have work to do?" he

Alana frowned and slammed the file shut. "Who is it?" She was wondering who this person was. Becky shook her head just as the elevator came to a halt. Alana let out an exhale and walked out of the lift. "Okay, so I need you to make preparations for our first appearance and as well as the interview…" Alana said and Becky pushed the office door open. Immediately she walked in, Alana halted upon seeing the man half sitting on her desk. Vincent was busy arranging fabrics, stopped and glanced up with a smile.