“They’re in Meeting Room Three, but you can’t go in,” the secretary looked up at the young man. He ignored the last part of the warning, and ran down the hall.
“Joe! Joe!, “Tom called hoping it wasn’t too late. There were no numbers on the doors, so he had to get their attention the hard way.
“Joe! Dillon here!”
“What’s going on?” The door to his left swung open and Joe’s lawyer stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind him.
“We’re in the middle of an important meeting. You can’t barge in like this,” he looked at Tom. “Miss Buxly! Miss Buxly! Would you show this man the door?” He grabbed Tom by the arm to lead him out. Tom pulled away from his grasp, pushed him aside, reached for the door handle and entered the room.
“Excuse me Gentleman. Can I see you in private, Mr. Jacobason. It’ll only be a moment.”
“Pardon me,” Joe rose up from his seat. “ My accountant’s here.”
They went out into the hall, and over to an empty room. Tom closed the door behind them and shuffled Joe into a chair. He slid the papers out of the envelope, and spread them across the table. Taking a pen out of his pocket, he slapped it down on top and stood back.
“Sign on the dotted line,” he said with a broad grin.
“What’s this?”
Tom sat down in a big leather chair at the head of the table. He leaned back, crossed his fingers in front of him, and smiled a large radiant smile. “It’s a season’s pass,”
“How on God’s green earth did you manage this,”Joe was occupied scrutinizing the policy.
“You can thank the King of Insurance, David Randall.” Tom stood and walked around beside Joe. He bent over and pointed to the date on the policy.
“Effective yesterday!” he let out a hearty guffaw, unable to control his elation.
“Unbelievable!” Joe shook his head from side to side.
“It was really very easy,” Tom strutted around the room. “I gave D.R. a call the day you told me about the cancellation. He knew what was going on. How the Senator had the Insurance Company in his pocket. The problems were not your fault and he would underwrite a new policy. He told me what he needed and I got him the information. I didn’t say anything because he wasn’t sure his company would go along with it, on such short notice….”
“I’ll be damned,” Joe clicked the pen, and put his signature on his new lease on life.
“We almost didn’t make it, but Mr.Randall came through.”
Joe stood up and collected the documents. “Shall we give them the good news?” He motioned to the door.
To say there was a celebration was an understatement. Everyone they could possibly get a hold of was at the Jaw. The party lasted well into the night. No one wanted the revelry to end. The joy this family felt was shared by all, it was just a battle. It was enough to end this season and hopefully keep them going for another year, and it was all that mattered to them.
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