Epilogue
Wesley Collins walked into his office for his first day as chairman of Bio- lab. His father had died two weeks ago of a heart attack, the same day Alex had told him he would die, only one year later.
He sat at his desk and began to check the first profit and sales report he was going to read in his life. The first of countless, he was sure of that.
His secretary beeped him through the intercom.
"Yes?"
"Mister Collins, Ms. Jessica Smith, your vice-president, is here."
"Send her in," he said.
The door of his office opened and Wes's jaw dropped. It was Jen, with red hair wound up in an elegant bun, bright green eyes and dressed in a perfectly cut gray business suit. She walked with authority and had a serious face. She presented him her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Collins, I'm sorry about your father, I'm your new vice-president, Jessica Smith," she said. Wes didn't react. He didn't take her hand. He had barely heard what she had said. She talked fast but her every word could be understood
"Jen?" he asked stunned.
"Jess," she corrected. "Jessica Smith."
Wes smiled. And shook her hand. He felt weird, lightheaded. So this was his Jen. The Jen meant to be with him. No. Her name was Jessica, and as she sat down in front of him, pulling some papers out of her briefcase, he had the feeling it was the beginning of something very special.
He was right. And he was wrong at the same time.
Wesley Collins walked into his office for his first day as chairman of Bio- lab. His father had died two weeks ago of a heart attack, the same day Alex had told him he would die, only one year later.
He sat at his desk and began to check the first profit and sales report he was going to read in his life. The first of countless, he was sure of that.
His secretary beeped him through the intercom.
"Yes?"
"Mister Collins, Ms. Jessica Smith, your vice-president, is here."
"Send her in," he said.
The door of his office opened and Wes's jaw dropped. It was Jen, with red hair wound up in an elegant bun, bright green eyes and dressed in a perfectly cut gray business suit. She walked with authority and had a serious face. She presented him her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Collins, I'm sorry about your father, I'm your new vice-president, Jessica Smith," she said. Wes didn't react. He didn't take her hand. He had barely heard what she had said. She talked fast but her every word could be understood
"Jen?" he asked stunned.
"Jess," she corrected. "Jessica Smith."
Wes smiled. And shook her hand. He felt weird, lightheaded. So this was his Jen. The Jen meant to be with him. No. Her name was Jessica, and as she sat down in front of him, pulling some papers out of her briefcase, he had the feeling it was the beginning of something very special.
He was right. And he was wrong at the same time.
