Part 480
The tall, lanky teen was hanging upside down off her-four poster bed when the telltale click of ‘call waiting’ interrupted her gabfest with her best friend. "Suz? Gotta go, that might be my mom trying to get through. Okay, later, IM me!" She giggled, pulled the phone away from her ear and clicked on to the next caller. "Mom?"
"No, not the last time I checked," the deep baritone voice answered.
"Uncle Rob! How are you?!"
"I’m great Heather, what’s up?"
She giggled. "The sky, the moon, the price of concert tickets …"
"Well, funny you should say that."
"No, it’s not funny at all," she pouted. "You know how much I wanted to go, but mom-"
"Your mother has other things to worry about young lady, like feeding you and keeping a roof over your head."
"Yeah, yeah," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Mom’s not here, if you’re looking for her."
"Not this time. Actually, I called to talk to you."
"You mean ‘harass’ me?" she grinned.
"Fine, then maybe I’ll just hang up without telling you what I’m holding in my hand."
"Uncle Rob! That’s disgusting!" She cracked up and fell back on the bed in a giggle fit.
"You, young lady, spend entirely too much time on the internet. Get your mind out of the gutter for just a few minutes."
"Sorry," she giggled, not sound sorry in the least.
"Uh huh," he smirked. "Anyway, I just happen to have here …." he paused dramatically.
"You’re SO not funny, tell me!"
"Drum roll please?"
"Uncle Rooobbbb….." she whined.
"Okay, okay. So, what bid do I hear for these two third row tickets for the Denver Backstreet concert?" He grinned as he fanned himself with the faxed confirmation he’d received not ten minutes prior.
The shriek coming over the long distance connection was enough to deafen a lesser man, and he winced, holding the phone away from his ear. "Heather?" he questioned hesitantly.
"Nuh-uh!" she said with a gasp.
"Yuh huh!" he answered with a grin. "I’m flying out tomorrow night. I thought we could spend the day together on Wednesday and then go to the concert that night. Sound like a plan?"
"Yes!" she squealed. "I love you! I SOOOO love you for this!"
"Anything for my favorite niece."
"Silly man, I’m your ONLY niece," she laughed.
"And your point is what? Look, I have to go. My assistant is glaring at me from the door, I think he wants to go home." Robert Callahan shot an amused glance at David, who rolled his eyes.
"See you tomorrow, sweetie." He hung up the phone and grinned at the young man standing just inside his office door. "What have you got for me?"
"Everything is ready, sir. The tickets will be at the ‘will call’ window as well as your passes for the meet and greet."
"And the checks?"
"One each in the amount specified. One for Sarah Dorough’s center, one for Becca Carter’s foundation. Both drawn on the other bank account, not traceable to you."
"Excellent, David. I appreciate your hard work on this."
"All part of my job, sir." He turned to leave, but hesitated right outside the door.
"Was there something else?"
"Just one thing, sir. When are you going to tell her?"
"Heather?" he asked, assuming David was referring to the meet and greet.
"No sir, Mrs. Carter."
Now he understood. "All in good time, David. All in good time."