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he remembered his phone, and retrieved it from his blazer pocket. As soon as it was on, he received several messages. Apparently he was needed in a director’s meeting an hour ago, and they needed him to start.
    “What’s the matter?” She asked as she saw his brows creased.
    “Urgent meeting,” he admitted.
    “Well, I can get a cab from here,” she told him.
    “You wouldn’t mind?” He asked gratefully.
    “Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”
    He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you.” The details of their next meeting set; he hailed a passing cab and then slid her packages inside before she disappeared behind the yellow metal that was taking her away from him. He stood there a moment longer, and waved as he saw her look back, his heart singing to match the music that emanated from her being. She was his melody now.
     

CHAPTER 7 - PHILLIP
     
    Phillip found it difficult to concentrate on anything for the remainder of the day. Several times he had to be snapped out of his constant reverie by the other directors on the board of one of the charity organizations he helped to manage and donated heavily to. Melody was right about him in that he had inherited his fortunes from a long line of fathers and grandfathers, but he’d in no way just been handed the treasure. He was shipped off to boarding school when he was sixteen, and he was taught the entire business from the ground up; even today, he was still absolutely sure he met everyone on staff, right down to the crew that cleaned the windows occasionally.
    He had no time for his country club luxuries, and he hadn’t wanted to admit that there were many rich men out there who lived the way she had described. But he was in no way like them, and he needed her to see him differently. This was probably his most unsuccessful meeting so far, he having contributed little or nothing, simply agreeing to everything they suggested so that he could leave as soon as he could to tend to what was affixed on his mind.
    He was stopped several times on the way out, and he was annoyed by the time he got into the safety of his car. He sped to his office and instantly demanded a meeting with his human resources personnel. “Would you like to tell me what happened this morning, and why a position that was already filled was still open for interviewing?”
    “Sir, apparently this new receptionist read information that was already posted and made an error in calling Miss Mitchell this morning, but the records have been updated and I can assure you it will not happen again. She was the only person that was called, and I ensured I reimbursed her for her travelling expenses and her time, generously I might add.”
    “I ran into that woman in tears this morning as she left the office, but she didn’t know who I was, and after hearing her story, I think the only thing we can do is create a position for her.”
    Miss Facey looked at him incredulously. “Create a position? Sir, we don’t have any room here for an additional person.”
    “Well, make her a position that doesn’t involve a desk of sorts then; call it my personal advisor, or my home assistant, or something of the sort, but create a position, advertise it so that it doesn’t seem like bigotry or anything of the sort, and then call back Miss Mitchell with an offer.”
    “Yes Sir, right away,” Miss Facey said as she walked off.
    He walked to his office, the one that he hardly occupied, and closed the door. Then, he grabbed the phone from the cradle and called Miss Facey once more. “Let me know when it’s done.” He hung up and leaned against the chair, rocking it back on its recliner. He closed his eyes and thought deeply about the woman he had met only this morning. She was indeed young and beautiful, and he longed to feel her close to him once more.
    “Sir, we have Mr. Fairchild on line two,” buzzed the receptionist.
    “Put him through,” Phillip said after a five second pause. Roger was always bugging