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          IRISH BLUE B1_Chapter 03



               

          Book Series:      IRISH BLUE
          Author:                Sheila Willar
          Copyright:         2022 Sheila Willar
          ISBN #:                978-0-9867101-4-8
          Book Title:         THE CHAPEL
          Chapter #:         03 - THE INVITATION
             

           
          BOOK 1 - CHAPTER 3 - THE INVITATION

          Erin arrived at the conference room early, and waited for the others.


          She wanted to make sure she had a seat at the back, but soon it became clear that no one was coming. She did not understand that when Justin sent his regrets, then the event was unofficially cancelled.


          She stared out the window, taking in the view from over 40 floors above a sea of people below.


          As she turned to leave, Astor entered the room, placed an envelope on the table, pushed it slightly towards Erin, and quietly walked away, with her silk scarf waving over her shoulder.


          Erin was sure that the scarf winked at her and "purred". It was like a cat curled around Astor's shoulders, preening and enjoying the ride.


          Even though the encounter barely lasted a few seconds, a tension remained in the room.


          She opened the note but could not read it.


          The hand writing was barely a scribble, so Erin called Astor's secretary, Ms. Statton.


          Ms. Statton was curt.


          “Um-hum,” was all she would say.


          Erin repeated that she could not read the handwriting which only seemed to make Ms. Statton more upset.


          Eventually the secretary revealed that the note was an invitation to Mrs. A’s estate, with the date and time that a driver would pick Erin up.


          Ms. Statton had been Mrs. A’s personal secretary for fifteen years and had only been to the Mancinni’s home a few times.


          It bothered her to no end, that a young nobody who had only been with the company for a few days had already received a summons.


          Erin was used to eccentric people, and with six siblings, she was used to having her ears scuffed, but when it happened at work, it made her uncomfortable in a whole new way.


          All she knew for sure was that she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, the kind of stirring that can not be resolved with a simple fix.

               

          ................. 


               





          Copyright 2023 Sheila Willar


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