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heard of her though, so I don't think—"
    "Martie spoke with me briefly about it. Can you please forward the email to my inbox when you get a chance?"
    "Uh, yes ma'am. I'll send it to you right now."
    "Thanks, Lisa. By the way, how are things coming along down there?"
    "Great, we should have the new prototype board ready to test while you're in Aspen."
    "That's awesome! I'm definitely looking forward to seeing it. I talked to Jacob Nettles and Calvin Whittle yesterday about the Roxy Pro in Australia."
    "We should have a large portion of the riders on our boards at Roxy."
    "Sounds great, Lisa. Oh, one other thing before I forget. If this girl contacts you again, forward the emails to me instead of Martie please."
    "Sure, no problem."
    "Great, thanks. Have a nice afternoon."
    Rory hung up and waited a few minutes before checking her inbox and clicking on the forwarded message.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: Meeting w/ Rory Eden about Surfing
     
    Lisa Keaton,
    My name is Austin Tinsley. I'm trying to meet with Rory Eden. I have something to discuss with her that is personal. It's not just about a surfing sponsorship. I was told to contact you. If you could please forward my information to Rory that would be greatly appreciated. My phone number is 454-8001, and my email address is [email protected]. Thank you for your time.
    Sincerely,
             Austin C. Tinsley
     
    Rory wondered what exactly it was she wanted to discuss so badly. Personal? What the hell can you possibly want with me? Bloody hell, I don't have time to be a role model or whatever it is she wants.  
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Before she knew it, it was lunch time and today of all days, Rory decided to join Martie for lunch down at the small café on the corner. Martie parker her black BMW next to the curb and both women walked through the glass doors, sitting at the first available table. An older waitress with a bad dye job came over to them.
    "Good afternoon ladies, what can I get for you?"
    Martie was the first to answer since she frequently ate at the restaurant. "I'll have a cup of the cream of chicken and mushroom soup, a small garden salad, and water."
    "Ok and for you ma'am?" she asked Rory.
    "I'll have a cup of the broccoli cheese soup, half of a turkey club, and water also."
    The waitress walked away and Martie leaned forward in her seat.
    "So what brought your ass out of the office today? You never leave for lunch. I wasn't sure if I should call the newspaper or something!"
    "Oh, I don't know. I got tired of staring at my office walls I guess. Why, does it bother you that I wanted to have lunch? You always ask and I always say no. So, I thought what the hell, I'll go today."
    "I see. Any word from the kid?"
    "No, I told you it was over."
    "Uh huh, I'll believe it when I see it. You can't trust people like that."
    The waitress returned with their food and both women ate with a passion. One thing that they'd definitely had in common was eating. Both women could put away some food without their bodies ever showing it. They blamed it on having a high metabolism from being athletes for so many years.
    "I guess we'd better get back. I have so much to get done this week. Alex said she has all of your travel information ready. I wish I was going with you to this one. Aspen is such a beautiful place."
    "Yeah, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."
    "Hey, what are you doing for New Year's? Any big dates I should know about?"
    "Actually, I do have a date this year." Rory smiled and started laughing when Martie's face scrunched up in shock. "A date with the TV, that is."
    "Come on, Rory. It's a weekend this year, so you have no excuses about having to get up early to go into the office. You're coming out with me here in L.A. since we don't have shit in Long Beach. Remind me again why we both bought houses out there."
    "Beach, duh!" Rory put major emphasis on the word beach as she smiled at Martie.
    "Yeah, you're right I couldn't