The sun had just appeared in LA. Sam and Diane had arrived the night before home from Jamaica. It had been a great holiday, enjoyed the most with his son Samuel and his future daughter, Tracy. They were delighted with the girlfriend of his son and very happy with the good relationship that had begun with the family of the girl. Certainly the engagement of their son with Tracy was taking overtones of a somewhat unusual formality some as young boys. However, Sam and Diane agreed not to interfere with how things between them were developed thereafter. Their own experience had taught them that the opinion of third parties in the relationship of a couple, was as negative as inadvisable.
Diane woke up first and looked at Sam sleeping on the other side of the bed. After so many years together and many vicissitudes, she was surprised sometimes the feelings so strong provoked by Sam in her. The love she felt for Sam was so deep that sometimes, like now, watching him, felt short of breath.
As if he were observed, Sam opened his eyes and discovered Diane with her eyes fixed on him, while in her lips a smile is outlined.
-Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well ?.-asked Sam-
The only response ,Diane came over and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and then whispered:
-Well, but I feel a little sad ...
-Sad, why?
-I will miss Samuel again, it's been a magnificent vacations, and each time I find it harder part with him.
-Mother hen and her chick ...! -Sam said smiling as he drew her to him to hug her. If it makes you feel any better. I will say that I also miss him.
They felt empathy with respect to the feelings of their common child, kissed again, this time slower. Diane was comfortably resting on the arm of Sam, when she remembered had an appointment at noon in the editorial: Ryan and Derek had left a message on the answering notifying that they had to talk to her about an important issue.
Sam was a little disappointed lying in bed when Diane went towards the bath to get ready and go to this key event in the editorial. While Diane was brushing her hair in front of the mirror, she could not help turning in her head wondering what it was that Derek and Ryan would want.
She took the hair down, and a suit of blue jacket combined with a white blouse of short sleeve. In her neck a thin chain gilded with her initial.
Upon reaching the publisher, went to the office of Derek. Diane was speaking with the secretary of her brother in law, when the office door opened and Ryan looked her.
-Diane, honey! You are wonderful, as usual! ...The bronze-coloured one favors you -said Ryan- But do not stop there. Come in, come dear. We have much to talk about.
-What is it?- Diane tried unsuccessfully to investigate.
-Go ahead and you know ...
In office was Derek, imposing, was standing at the window of the office, with hands clasped behind his back, watching from that point the magnificent view of the city of LA like an eagle stalking its prey from above.
-Diane has arrived -Ryan said, breaking the silence in which Derek was plunged -
-Perfect, let's start! -Derek said with determination- Hello, Diane! Sit down, please.
Ryan and Diane sat at the table of Derek, as also did the same sitting in his chair.
-Good morning, Derek, -said Diane clumsily hiding her nerves and doubts.
-You wonder why we've called you here today, right? Derek said going straight to the point.
Yes. -she confirmed- I would like to know that I do here now...
Derek was given a few seconds to gather his thoughts and expose the right way. Diane watched uneasily. Ryan felt sorry for her. He loved her very much, almost like a sister.
-Quiet, Diane! There is nothing wrong, unlike it's very good. You will see..., we have restructured the company and has vacated the direction of our editorial in Boston. The former director was useless and also kept extramarital relations with his secretary at the expense of the publisher. Our lawyers are privy to sue him and notify the Treasury the alteration of our accounts to hands of this little guy….-said Derek-.
-What I paint in all this? -Diane inquired- I'm just a writer.
-I love your modesty, dear, -interrupted Ryan- but you're much more. We know that you are a graduate in Law, Art, Philosophy, Literature, that you can speak several languages ... But mostly you're a woman capable, determined and honest with your work, with the people around you and yourself. By not naming you've been an excellent award-winning screenwriter and sometimes like as a writer.
-Where do you want to go? - Diane was confused and flustered equally.-
-I swear that it isn't thing of mine because you're my sister in law...
-It was a thing of the Board ... - Ryan started to say, but he kept silent after Derek's glare.
-Yes, it is. The Council suggested your name to fill the vacancy of head of the delegation of our editorial in Boston. After reading your resume was accepted unanimously. You just need to accept.
Of course, as you can imagine, must return to Boston.
-Honestly ... I do not know what to say - said Diane visibly overwhelmed- ... I feel it is an honor that you have thought of me ...
-Think, Diane -began to argue Ryan-... is a unique opportunity in your career, come back to your hometown, you'd be with your son ...
-Stop it, Ryan - interrupted Derek- is not so easy. Also, I suppose that you will want to discuss it with my brother…
-Of course- said Diane grateful for their understanding- I would lie if I said that I'm not tempted, but I have to ask my husband. I must talk to Sam.
-I understand, but unfortunately do not have much time, -said Derek -You only have twenty four hours.
Diane got up and said goodbye to Derek and Ryan. When leaving the office, she headed for the elevator. As she walked down the long, elegant and carpeted hallway, she could feel his knees trembled. While down in the elevator, her mind could only think of one thing: How is it going to tell it to Sam?.
Will continue