Mr. M. Levine.
I read the email again before I hit reply.
Dear, Mr. Levine.
Thank you for your high praise, however I am currently not scheduling new events for the coming months.
I wish you and your wife a very happy marriage.
Best,
Olivia Lauder
Sickness works through me. I could totally schedule a small vow renewal, but do I want to?
My computer dings loudly in the quiet office, a new email popping up. That was quick.
Mrs. Farrow,
I do not think you understand, I will not accept no as an answer. Money is not an issue; I will pay whatever is needed to make this happen and to make my wife happy.
Please understand there is nothing in this world I will not give her.
I request you to please, reconsider.
I blink at the screen.
I will draw up an invoice once I have received quotes.
Please provide the date of the ceremony.
Olivia
The reply is almost instant.
Seven days fromnow.
I will make a deposit of fifty thousand to the hotel now, please charge the remaining to the card.
Thank you, Mrs. Farrow. I look forward to it.
Seven days!?
Okay, maybe I spoke too soon. Who the fuck organizes a vow renewal in seven days!?
I’m still staring at the screen five minutes later when Helen, one of the ladies from finance knocks on my door, “Um Mrs. Farrow?”
That fucking name. It’s both a curse and a treasure.
“Yes, Helen?” I paste a smile on my face, hoping like fuck it looks somewhat genuine.
“We have just received a rather large sum of money however it does not tie to anything.”
“Shit,” I hiss. He works fast.
“Mrs. Farrow?”
“Fifty thousand?” I ask. It’s a big deposit considering the guy has no idea what I will plan.
