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“Ma’am, you can do whatever you want. It’s your car. Bring Mr. Dekkar out to see us if you can. You ready Kip?” he turned to ask the other man.

I pushed the button on the keys again. I looked at the outside of the car, which was a beautiful silver color. I opened the door. I pushed on the seat with my hand. Oh God, black leather interior. The car smelled like brand new. It is brand new.

Squeeeeeeee!

I ran back into the office and sat at my desk. This was just too much. I was living in a dream. A real dream. I sat and wondered if someone was going to come take the car later and say it was all a big joke. I held the key in the air and pushed the button.

Beep!

I pushed it again.

Beep!

I knew Shane was training, and I didn’t want to disturb him, but I felt I had to say something. This was way too exciting to keep my mouth shut. I picked up my phone and sent him a text message.

Shane: OMG! Someone brought me a car. Do you know anything about this?

I picked up my phone and pushed Mr. Martin’s desk.

“What is it, Kace?” he asked.

“Someone brought me a new car, Mr. Martin. I just wanted to tell you,” I felt stupid after I said it.

“What do you mean, Kace?” he asked, his voice filled with surprise.

“That’s what I said when they brought it. Uhhm. Shane. He bought me a car and had the boys from the dealership deliver it. It’s silver and so cute. I just thought I’d tell you,” I giggled.

“I’ll be up in a minute,” he chuckled.

Immediately, Mr. Martin was walking down the hallway toward my desk. As he approached my desk, he leaned over and smelled the roses.

“I can’t smell those enough, Kace. A bouquet of roses puts my mind at ease. Let’s have a look at the car, shall we?” he said as he held his hand out.

I dropped my keys in his hand, stood up from my seat at the desk, and straightened the wrinkles from my skirt. I walked around the desk, and the aroma from the flowers made me smile. As my body cleared the edge of the desk, Mr. Martin held out his free hand. I reached out, held his hand, and we walked outside together.

“A new car. That’s’ quite a gift,” he said as he held the office door open.

“He’s quite a guy, Mr. Martin,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

He pushed the button on the keys.

Beep!

He turned and looked at the direction of the horn and pushed the key button again.

Beep!

“Oh my. A Mini Cooper. That’s a fabulous choice on his part, Kace. This will be great car. These things have been the car of choice in Europe for decades and decades – and for good reason. Great gas mileage, great performance, and so fun to drive. It’s gorgeous, Kace. I’m happy for you,” he said as he looked in the window of the car.

“Now this is Shane, the boxer?” he asked as he turned and handed me the keys.

I nodded my head, “Yes sir.”

“He’s perceptive, isn’t he?” he asked as he turned to face the entrance to the office.

“How so?” I asked.

“He recognizes you as being valuable. As being beautiful. As being, well - special. And he’s doing his best to tell you – or, let’s say, show you how he feels,” he said as he held the door open for me.