Hart Industries

The days following Jennifer's takeover of Hart Industries seemed to get easier, she found that when she made decisions that other employees come to her with, she liked being the one in control.

But she never wanted to be seen as a dictator or someone that couldn't be approached by the employees, she wanted to be seen as Jonathan was, beloved.

It had been a few weeks since the explosion and although her heart was broken, she wasn't crying as much, but there wasn't a moment where she didn't think of him or wonder if she'd made the right decision but with Max by her side, she felt a bit stronger every day.

The support she'd received from everyone was overwhelming and she'd decided that instead of the constant flowers that was turning her house into a Garden, she'd instead give them to the hospital, to those who needed a desperate pick-me up.

But something in her wanted to create a legacy for Jonathan, something he'd be proud of and it took Max to come up with the idea, accidentally or on purpose she wasn't sure but it was still a great idea.

To raise funds for a Completely renovated Mission Street Orphange and to create scholarships so a child, if they chose could become an employee of Hart Industries in the field of their choosing. It was a billion dollar project that felt like her own baby.

Jennifer wanted the best and she didn't care what it cost, this was going to be her husband's legacy.

But first the meeting with T.B. Callahan and the future of Callahan Auto in Ohio.

T.B. Callahan was a big guy, a bit clumsy but a generally good guy, he'd inherited his father's business after he died and although he'd tried very hard, there was still a lot to learn.

On the day he arrived at Hart Industries, He went to the wrong floor and nearly knocked over a coffee kiosk then when he came through the elevator doors, he knocked over a secretary who had some files in her hands and knocked heads with her trying to help her pick up her papers that had flown everywhere.

Deena watched from her seat in the middle of the office and called Jennifer on the phone, "I think T.B. Callahan is here,"

"Oh boy, Jonathan used to say He was like a tornado," Jennifer laughed and walked out to the main office.

He was still on the floor, mumbling "Sorry, Really Sorry," When she approached him.

"Mr. Callahan?" Jennifer asked

T.B. looked up to meet her face, she was wearing a black skirt and white shirt with her black jacket and hair pulled back with a clip, She looked so beautiful he was speechless.

"Hello, I'm Jennifer Hart," She put her hand out.

From the floor, he grabbed her arm and shook with all her might, she felt the bones in her arm crack, Obviously he didn't know his strength.

He also couldn't get off the floor without help. She braced her heels to the floor and pulled him up.

"I'm Tom Callahan Jr," He mumbled.

"But you are called ..T. B?" Jennifer was confused.

"That was just a nickname my Dad gave me," He said pulling up his pants, "Tommy boy,"

"Oh That's so adorable" They walked together to her office.

"Boy, my Dad used to tell me about how big this was but he never said it was this big, Wow!" Tom was stunned he could see through the large windows all of Los Angeles as they entered the office and she pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"How is your Dad?" She said sitting behind the large oak desk.

T.B's face darkened for a moment before he spoke, "He passed away last year,"

Jennifer's heart instantly sank, "I'm so sorry, please accept my apologizes and my sincere condolences,"

"It's okay," He shook his head, "I was real sorry to hear about Mr. Hart, He was a good man,"

"He was, Thank you," She cleared her throat. "So Tom, tell me about your company,"

"Right now, It's the only company keep Sandusky alive, We're almost to the brink of Chapter 11 because we can't keep up with companies that have the latest technology to make parts faster but still maintain the highest quality. The bank is about to shut our doors down and if that happens, we'll lose everything. I don't care about myself but I care about the employees, I've known most of them since I was a kid and these are the hardest working employees I've ever seen. These people are the only family I've got " Tom shifted from Goofball to serious .

Jennifer listened and she knew what he meant, Max was her only family now and the Employees of Hart industries was an extension of that family.

Without a word, she reached over to the phone and buzzed Deena, "Deena"

"Yes, Mrs. Hart?" Deena answered

"Can you send Stanley Fresan in, please?" She answered, then released the phone button, "Mr. Fresan is our executive financial officer,"

Tom nodded, he looked around the office at the many pictures of both Jonathan and Jennifer, he envied their infamous relationship.

Stanley must have run from his office from the 17 floor to the 18th because he was out of breath and his face was bright red.

"Stanley! Are you okay?!" Jennifer jumped up, "You didn't have to run!"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Hart, what do you need," Stanley asked wiping his face with his jacket sleeve

"Stanley, This Tom Callahan, I want you and him to work together to help out Callahan auto, whatever he needs, please help him get it." She helped Stanley sit beside T.B.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hart," T.B. was so excited, he picked her up and gave her a giant hug.

"No, Tom, thank you for reminding me why this job was so important" She laughed.

On the way home, she felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders and for the first time in a while that she was going to be okay, her heart would always miss Jonathan and she would grieve for him for the rest of her life but for the moment, she felt lighter.

Jennifer pulled into the driveway and practically skipped into the house, she opened the door and called, "Honey, I'm home!"

Max appeared in the living room, wearing a frilly apron with Freeway at his heels, "Hi, Mrs. H!"

She had to laugh when she saw him, "Another cooking lessons from Sophie down the block?"

"This week, Moroccan food," He laughed, "Would you like a martini?"

"Sure," She sat down on the floor and played with Freeway, who was so excited to see her, she kissed his furry little face.

Max went behind the bar, "Sammy called and said that the big poker game is scheduled for next Saturday Night, the 10th"

"That's fine, I'll call Harry and make sure that the usual order will be ready?" She was rubbing Freeway's belly when a thought crossed her mind, "Wait, the 10th?" She stood up and ran to the desk, "then today is the ..30th?" she ran her finger across the calendar, counting back

"31st" Max corrected

"Oh no, Oh no," She counted mentally.

"What's wrong, Mrs. H?" Max brought over her martini

"I'm late, Max"

"Late for what?" Max handed her the glass, "It's 5'clock,are you late for a dinner meeting?"

"Not that kind of late,Max" She dropped into the office chair and put her hands over her head.

The American Hospital- Paris

Charlie had made enough progress with his disability and determination that He'd been moved to his own private suite on the Hospital campus that had been set up for VIP's visiting, with access to a Private Chef, round the clock nurses and a large bedroom where he could rest peacefully, He still was having to learn to adjust to being blind but he had a determination to become more than what he currently was and with Jenny by his side, he felt almost invincible. She gave him hope when he was down and he hadn't felt that way in a long time.

Except maybe in his past life, because every she said her name, his heart leapt just a bit almost as if it were trying to remember something from his past. Because somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, there was something familiar about that name or a variation on it but it was like his own mind was protecting him from being hurt.

It took some convincing for the doctors by Jenny to convince them to try hypnosis but eventually after so many weeks of failed attempts to bring his memory back, they were desperate to try anything.

The time had come and Jenny along with two assistants, Lola and Serena brought Charlie from his bungalow to an empty hospital bed, ensuring he was comfortable and that if he became agitated, they could stop immediately and let him rest.

"Charlie, we're going to get started," Jenny announced, "What time is it"

Lola checked her watch, "it's 1:50,"

Charlie chuckled, "I doubt this Is going to work, I don't really believe in this hocus pocus,"

"Charlie, We'll stop if you want us to," She took his hand

He squeezed her hand, his fingers feeling her ring, the one that she said had been her grandmother's, "I trust you,"

She nodded to the other two, "Charlie, As you relax, I want you to create in your mind a mental image of a grand staircase; a
grand staircase that either curves to the left or curves to the right.

It has a grand banister with ornate artwork.

[Pause]

This heavenly flight of stairs has ten steps.

[Pause]

You are at the top of the ten stairs.

[Pause]

In a minute, you are going to slowly move, in your mind's eye, from the tenth stair, to
the ninth stair…

From the ninth stair, to the eighth, all the way down, until eventually you get to the very
last stair.

When you get to the bottom of the staircase, you are going to step off into a giant
restful feather bed; a place of complete tranquility and comfort and peace.

[Pause]

As you relax, imagine yourself at the top of the grand staircase..

Moving now from the tenth stair, to the ninth stair…

With each slow movement from one step to the next… you become more relaxed.

This sensation of relaxation not only doubles or triples, but is ten times more powerful
than the previous step.

Now move from the ninth step… to the eighth step…

And from the eighth… to the seventh…

Relaxing even further…

Allowing your mind to drift…

And your body to relax.

From seven to six…

Six to five…

Doing good…

Five to four…

Almost there…

Quadrupling the sensation of relaxation…

Peace and serenity…

Three…

Two…

One...

In your mind's eye, down on that bottom step.

With the next step, you are going to step off this heavenly flight of stairs into a state of
total relaxation, and comfortably rest on a feather bed, or a comfortable pillow that you
have created in your mind.

One…

Zero…

All the way down now, totally relaxed…

Opening the subconscious mind to new thoughts, new ideas, and new experiences."

Jenny finished and saw that Charlie was under, "Charlie, what's the last thing you remember before the accident?"

"Standing in a Jewelry store," He breathed deeply, "picking a present for Jennifer"

All three exchanged looks

"Charlie, Who is Jennifer?" Jenny asked

"My best girl. I'm the luckiest guy in the world" He sighed, "My name isn't Charlie,"

"Then what is your name?" Jenny asked watching her tone.

"My name is Jonathan Charles Hart"

Lola's eyes opened wide and she picked up the paper, which had been thrown onto side table , that had an article about the death of Industrialist, Jonathan Charles Hart from America" and held it up.

"Charlie, where do you live?" Jenny's eyes widened

"At Willow Pond" He shifted in his seat, "I miss my Jennifer, where is she?"

"We'll find her," Jenny answered.

His face suddenly shifted and he began to yell incoherently that Jennifer was in danger, he startled all three women and when he fell out of the chair, Jenny knew she'd gone too far and had to bring him back.

"Charlie, When I snap my fingers, you'll feel as if you've just woken up from a deep nap, ready? 1, 2, 3" She snapped her fingers and his eyes opened wide as if woken from a nap.

"How did I get on the floor," Charlie was surprised. "Did it work?"

Lola spoke quietly, "Time ..2:45."

"What?" Charlie was confused and very tired, the hypnosis had drained what little energy he'd had.

"Maybe we should get Mr. Charlie back to his room," Serena said quietly

"I agree," All three women helped Charlie to his feet and back to his room, where he collapsed into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

"Jenny, what do we do about Mr. Charlie?" Lola whispered.

"Nothing, he's too fragile right now," Jenny whispered back, "When the time is right, we'll tell him,"

Both Lola and Serena exchanged worried looks.