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have asked her to marry him the first night they met if he thought she would say yes. Thinking back, I actually recall him telling me that night on my birthday, when Tyler watched her dance with some guy at the club the night had they met, "I hope that little prick is enjoying that dance with my future wife because it is last one he is going get!"
    They eloped to Vegas that weekend and we conducted an official Marilyn Monroe-themed wedding ceremony. Dez was adamant that they be married by a woman dressed as Ms. Monroe. I had picked out a halter top dress that flared out just above the knee. It was my attempt to keep with the theme and channel Marilyn's famous skirt flying picture in that white ensemble she had worn.
    I had only been at Greyson Capital officially two months into my internship when she told me they had found a stage 3 tumor in her right breast. Life and the fucking lemons… not even worthy of the tequila!
    Dez and I used to chase our tequila with pineapple wedges and sing karaoke in my living room. When we could no longer focus clearly enough to continue to read the words, we just made them up as we went along. My rendition was "Breathe" by Faith Hill. I replaced the original version with lyrics I created impromptu style that told the true story of a boy that almost suffocated me with his huge mouth in junior high during my first kiss. Dez laughed so hard her margarita came out her nose and made her eyes water. The stain is still on the underside of my couch cushion, where it will stay forever. I showed it to Mace, too. I tell her stories about Dez every chance I get.
    At Dez's insistence I kept focused on my plan and I completed my internship and the MBA program, courtesy of Greyson Capital Inc. I finished it when Mace was about 9 months old. At that point I was offered and I agreed to sign a five-year employment contract with stock options. At age 24, after finishing out my internship, I became the youngest and only female VP in the company.
    Dez got a chance to see me become something I had worked hard so hard to attain. I got to see her take her chance at becoming a wife and a mother. All of our dreams were coming true.
    Until we lost Dez to breast cancer the following year, two days after Macey's second birthday.
    "Good morning Mr. Greyson," I say as he squeezes me in a strong hug and I swear about considered applying a kiss my forehead. Instead he pushes back and pulls a long velvet box from his pocket. I stare at it, blinking like a small deer catching itself staring at oncoming headlights. I am not quite sure what to say, so I don't say anything. I absently open the lid of the box he has pressed into my hands like he was anticipating me pushing it back to tell him that I would be unable to accept whatever the contents. The curiosity is killing me, though. I have never been given jewelry before. I can't lie; the excitement and warmth of the gesture, no matter what it is, almost makes me tell myself to grow up and stop making such a big deal about it.
    It is a watch--by the looks of it, a very expensive watch. The face and wristband are lined with diamonds, jade and cobalt gems. Flowers and now the watch. I had never received flowers or jewelry prior to today. I always told myself that neither were really that important. However, I can't help the knot that forms in my chest just looking at the watch. Before I can formulate a response he quickly explains, "It is from the Board as gift for your dedication. It is also in celebration of your newly-appointed position. Please accept our gift as a thank you for all you have done to make this company a success and my extreme gratitude to you for your services over the years."
    I just give another wordless nod and once I finally register that I am standing in the office of my billionaire boss who just offered me praise, a gift and a hug, I stammer out, "Thank You! I have never received such a beautiful gift. It is absolutely exquisite. I feel honored, Sir. It has