After parking her car, Jane walked into the Lake Point Messenger building, which was where she worked as a newspaper columnist and legal adviser, whenever they had those sorts of stories. Even though it was from a previous reality, Karyn's wish (that Jane would never have become a lawyer) couldn't be reversed, so while Jane did attend law school, she ended up using her law degree for something else.
She approached the front desk and weakly smiled at the receptionist.
"You're late," the woman said. "The meeting already started. You know how Bill feels about you. You shouldn't tempt fate."
Jane sighed. "I know." William Davis, or Bill (as he was called in the office), was the editor. He had a thing for young attractive women. And Jane was neither of those. As sad as it sounded, her expertise was barely enough to keep her there. If only Bill wasn't such a womanizer ... Jane thought.
She walked past the receptionist and entered the main room, which was filled with dozens of cubicles, and then made her way towards her office. As she approached it, the door to the conference room opened. "You're late." It was Bill and he was none too pleased.
"Sorry, Bill ... uh ... Mr. Davis." When the editor was in a bad mood, he didn't like people calling him by his first name. "It won't happen again."
"Just get in here." He went back in, closing the door behind him.
Jane sighed and entered her office to drop off the things she came in with, then she entered the conference room.
About an hour later, she emerged from the conference room and headed to her office. Then she sat down at her desk and sighed, thinking about how close she came to getting fired.
And that's when her eyes fell on the package, the one from her father. She had gotten so caught up in work matters that she had completely forgotten about it.
