She held my gaze.
“I am not people in general, Sebastian. I am Evelyn Parker. And when I tell you I’m going to talk to my son, I mean I already have.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or apologize.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say you’ll meet him.”
There it was.
Simple as that.
I stared at her.
“What?”
“My son wants to meet you.”
“When?”
She glanced at her watch.
“This afternoon, if you can get there.”
My heart gave one hard, stupid thump.
The firm she was talking about wasn’t some random little operation.
Everybody in our line of work knew who her son was.
Not because he was flashy.
Because he was successful.
His company had grown from a three-person shop into one of the biggest regional strategy firms in the state.
They handled the kind of accounts guys like me studied from afar.
The kind with real budgets, real reach, real room to build a career.
It was, without exaggeration, my dream place to work.
I had once applied there and never even gotten an interview.
I looked at Evelyn like she had just casually announced the moon might be up for sale.
“Your son is Daniel Parker?”
She smiled.
“Yes.”
I sat back in stunned silence.
Daniel Parker.
Every marketer within a hundred miles knew that name.
Not because it belonged to some celebrity type.
Because he had a reputation for building smart campaigns, treating people decently, and turning raw talent into serious careers.
I had read interviews with him.
Watched clips from conference panels online late at night after the girls were asleep.
Used one of his old talks as inspiration when I trained a new hire last year.
And now his mother was sitting in my old office lobby telling me he wanted to meet me.
I rubbed both hands over my face.
“This doesn’t feel real.”
Evelyn’s expression softened.
“Sometimes reality changes faster than our hearts can catch up.”
I laughed under my breath.
“That sounds like something my wife would say.”
“Then I suspect your wife is a sensible woman.”
“She is.”
“Good. Sensible women have a way of saving men from themselves.”
That made me smile wider than I had in almost twenty-four hours.
She tore a page from her appointment book, wrote an address on it, and handed it to me.
