Chapter One

** As all ways when ever I finally think things are going to go my way something or someone always has to interfere. Today it started out being a pair of pantyhose and then a nasty cab driver. I finally had the job interview of a lifetime. One that I just knew was made for me and could finally help me get somewhere in life. Maybe even a little money so that we weren't living check to check. But because the cab driver wouldn't listen when I tell him I55 is under repair I end up getting to the Amoco building fifteen minutes late. The job writing for the brand new Soap Opera called "His World" based around Chicago went to the person who was supposed to be interviewed after me. So not only did I not get the job of a lifetime but also it had cost me $25.00 to get there. Which figures because I really did not have that much to spend but I couldn't take a chance on getting messed up walking from the el-train. So with nothing I can do about it I go down the elevator and back out into the streets of Chicago. And not to my surprise I find out that with my luck it is now raining and I am several blocks from the el-train. Being I didn't get the job and I'm only working part-time for the Herald right now due to lay off's I can not afford to take a cab home. I also did not bring my umbrella because as usually the Weather Channel was wrong. So the only thing that I can do is try to get there as quickly as I can and hope not to get totally drenched. So I start to head for the el dodging under building canapés. I am thinking wow just three more blocks and I have got it made. I start to cross the street on Randolph and Wells thinking that I'm home free and just a little damp. But I should have known better then that. Because what else a car comes along or maybe I should call it a boat, as it is a white stretched limo. Well it goes right through a giant puddle or should I call it a lake? Well I am now drenched completely and of course this is my best business suit. Which means I can kiss off tomorrow's interview with The Jerry Springer Show. Of course I wasn't sure that I really wanted to go to that one anyway. Of the four people on the corner of course I'm the one who got the wettest. Just lucky I guessed. Then I go to step back and my heel breaks sending me unto my ass without much dignity. At first I just sit there feeling like crying because my horoscope said that today was going to be my day. A day of a great many changes. Well if it just meant my cloths that was mean. All of a sudden a rather large hand reaches down to help me up. I grab onto it and he pulls me up taking me by my arm. I look up and into one of the most beautiful set of green eyes I have ever seen. And also one of the tallest ones too. He stood almost seven feet tall. I had met a man once a few years back who was also almost this tall. He takes a hold of my arm and then starts leading me to the curb. I see that the limo that just soaked me is standing at the corner with the driver standing at the open door. He leads me over without saying a word to me. With the el-train over head I would not have heard him anyway. When we get to the open door I see that there is another man and a woman in the back. I turn to tell him that it's ok I'm fine but he just motions for me to get on in and out of the rain. At first I was going to tell him thank you but no. Then I figured that for one of the few times in my life I would let a stranger show me a little kindness. I had let a stranger show me kindness once before and it had changed my life forever. Maybe this time it would too. So even though I was wet and a little muddy I climbed into the seat and then moved over so that he could also get in. I start to feel bad because I am sure that I had left some mud on the seat. But the gentleman that he was he just sat in it. He had on a nice pair of black Levi jeans and a black silk shirt with a leather jacket over it. And on his feet was a pair of black motorcycle boots with silver chains on then. His hair is long and pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. It is reddish brown. The other people in the car our dressed in business suits but not the off the rack type like mine. And the woman wore jewelry that must have cost someone a mint. After I was seated the man who helped me up grabbed a towel that was sitting on a counter in a little cabinet. He handed it to me so that I could wipe my face. When I did I just about died because the pretty clean white towel had a whole bunch of mud on it. I could just imagine how bad I looked especially because he was staring at me. Finally the man started to laugh at me. He took the towel from my hand and gently wiped at my face with it. I was shock to see the amount of mud that came off of my face. I know that Chicago is called the windy city but maybe it should have been called the muddy city. The drive of the car got back into it and lowered the middle window to ask were he should head. The woman told him to go to their hotel room, which was at the Palmer House before anyone else could speak. He rolled the window up and started on his way there. She then turned to me and sticking her hand out introduced herself as Linda McMahon. I looked down at my muddy hand because I couldn't shake hers with it so muddy. She laughed and leaned forward grasping my hand and shaking it any way. **

Linda: Honey the less I can do is shake hands with you being it was our drives fault that you are all muddy. Also we will go to the hotel so that we can get you a change of clothes and a quick shower. Now I'm Linda McMahon and this is my husband Vince and the gentleman that helped you is Mark Callaway.

** Both of the gentlemen also shook my hand even though it still had some mud on it. **

Lilah: Hi I'm Delilah Desman. But most people call me Lilah

Vince: I hope that you where not on your way to work?

Lilah: I wish but actually I was just on my way home from a

job interview.

Linda: Did you get the job?

Lilah: No. I missed it by just fifteen minutes. My cab was late getting me there.

** I glanced up at Mark because he had not said anything the whole time but he was looking at me. Looking at me as if maybe he know me. I looked closely at him but I know I would remember those eyes if I had seen them before. Though there was something slightly familiar with him. Maybe if his eyes had been blue. But then I shook myself because those eyes had changed so much in my life. Finally I had to force myself to look away. **

Vince: So Lilah what do you do for a living?

Lilah: Well right now I'm a part-time writer for the Herald.

Linda: And what kind of job were you going for?

Lilah: I was trying to be one of the writers for a new Soap Opera.

Vince: You wanted to write story lines?

Lilah: Yes I did but I guess for now I'll just have to keep trying.

** I seen Linda turn and smile at Vince but I was not sure what the look was about. Vince glances over and smiles at Mark. **

Vince: Do you have any of your work with you?

Lilah: Yes I do in my case.

Vince: Go then maybe after you shower you could show me some. You never know when someone might need to know a writer. Right Dear?

Linda: Right Dear. But being we are hear let's see if we can't get Lilah cleaned up some.

Vince: Yes Dear. Mark why don't we have a drink in the bar while Linda helps Lilah get cleaned up.

Mark: Ok Vince.

** Mark speaks for the first time other then to say hi. I could just melt with his voice. The limo pulls up to the front of the hotel and opens the door for us. Linda takes a hold of my arm and walks me in and though the lobby and right up to the elevator. We go to her room so that I can have a quick shower and then change into some jeans she had sent up. She also gives me a black t-shirt will some type of a demon on it. I then go in and us the shower wonder what is going to happen when I come out. I also wonder if some type of changes are coming my way again. I think that I hope so but I would also like to know for once that the changes are not going to cause more struggles. But then with my luck everything will be a struggle. I go into the shower looking forward for once. Oh well time and changes will tell. **

Author Notes: Please Read and Review because I'm still not sure were to go on this one.

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