Frog Tale
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She remembered playing on her grandmother’s office floor as a child and later wanting to know how everything worked. By the time she was in her late teens, leaving her mark on the family’s legacy became more than ambition, but instead, a part of her soul.
“I was in Citrus Grove about a month ago, to pay a maid service and landscapers to keep the place up. I don’t find much sense in keeping the small home.”
Her happiest memories were at the little blue two-story with the porch. She always felt relaxed when surrounded by the gentle ambiance. One of her favorite things was the orange tree in the front yard. That orange tree, standing proud in front of the large window was always a part of her, relaxing her with its gentle ambiance. What could she say? When Sophia Bloom made up her mind about something it was game over. Nothing and no one changed her opinion.
“Of course,” her grandmother’s voice interrupted her momentary pity trip. “If you want the house, I’ll give it to you.”
Invisible weight on her chest lifted and, for some crazy reason, the thought of owning that slice of her family’s history brought a sentimental tear to her eye. “The blue two-story makes me happy. Thank you.”
The older woman slowly nodded. For eighty-seven, she certainly didn’t look or act her age. “The money situation with the company is taking a strain on you.”
“So is having David lurking around and running Bloom Cosmetics into the ground.” She sounded sour. Who was she kidding? She was bitter, positive David’s poor judgment and bad financial solutions were part of the company’s problem.
“You need to take a page out of your grandfather’s book and go to Citrus Grove. Hang out at the house, get some sleep and relax. Maybe think on how you’d like to decorate. I don’t doubt you will figure something out to help this company.”
A tempting offer and she needed to get away. Citrus Grove wasn’t far, about an hour south of the city. Two hours with heavy congestion, and if an accident delayed traffic, the time could easily be longer.
“I certainly think it’ll do you a world of good and will put some distance between you and David.”
“So would punting him in the ass and sending him through the air to somewhere over the ocean.”
Her grandmother lifted her brows and a sparkle danced in her blue eyes. “You certainly are blessed with my temper. However, remember darling, there are sneakier ways to get back at him. Think on that while you’re on vacation. I will see you Monday.”
“Gram, today is Tuesday.”
“I think you need more than a couple days.” Sophia stepped forward and kissed her cheek. “I know how much Bloom Cosmetics means to you. If anyone can get us out of this mess, the person will be you.” Her arms wrapped around Jackie in a hug.
Jackie’s mind raced. The only thing to save the company at this point would be nothing less than a miracle and, at present, she was freshly out of those.
About JT Schultz
My true passion in life is my writing. Corrupted as a child with “Happily Ever After” to the point that now, all my stories have one. Reading great stories and watching movies are also loves, they were the motivation for me to write and explore the “what if...”
Inspiration comes from life, love, stories and sometimes that, which the eye cannot see, but the heart beckons
The road to my writing career has been an interesting one to say the very least. My first published work was a novella and since then, I have gone on to write several other books in a variety of lengths. Check out my bookshelf as my title list will change and grow. Also, my back list will surface, so you can meet or reunite with heroes and heroines of the past.
~Best,
www.jtschultz.com
Table of Contents
License Statement
Praise for JT Schultz
By JT Schultz
Dear Reader,
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Chapter One-Irresistible
About JT Schultz