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Gordo looked cautiously around the small office. Pictures ornamented the wall of islands with white sand and crystal clear blue water, exotic looking jungle trees, a log cabin surrounded by snow, the Eiffel Tower, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, a safari, the Statue of Liberty, so many pictures of different travel destinations. Sitting behind a desk was a woman in her mid-twenties, possibly only a few years older than the three waiting before her.
Miranda shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. He knew his own expression was scrutinizing, he was ready to catch anything, and that meant absolutely anything that could be wrong.
Lizzie seemed to be the only calm one. She seemed to ooze confidence in herself right now. She was dressed in a pair of black pants paired with a white button down shirt, her hair was pulled back away from her face.
She smiled a Gordo as the receptionist, who's name plate read Madeline Wake hung up the phone and finally turned her attention towards them.
"Welcome to Dream Vacations, how may I help you?"
"My name is Elizabeth McGuire—"
"Ms. McGuire!" the receptionist interrupted. "We've been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Mr. Andrews is in his office, he'll see you now." She stood up from the desk, and started towards the back.
Lizzie glanced over her shoulder, Gordo smiled meekly at her as he and Miranda followed.
Madeline lead the way back through a small hallway until they stood in front of the door. She raised her perfectly manicured hand to knock but the door swept open.
"Miss McGuire," a smartly dressed man in his forties greeted. His coal gray suit was perfectly pressed, a Rolex gleamed on his wrist, his cufflinks even appeared to be made of real gold.
"Armani," Miranda muttered under her breath and Mr. Andrews stepped aside and held the door open for them. Lizzie seated herself in the only chair which sat directly across from the desk.
Gordo looked quickly at her. "What?"
"His suit is Armani. It's a designer, an expensive—"
"I know what it is," he snapped, impatiently.
"Miss Wake, could you please bring two more chairs?"
The receptionist nodded curtly and quickly left the room.
"One moment, please," he smiled at Gordo and Miranda who had crossed the room and now stood against the wall closest to Lizzie.
"We're fine, if you want to go ahead," Gordo prompted.
"I want to make sure you're both comfortable before we proceed," he stated.
Gordo shot a questioning look at Miranda who only shrugged.
"Can I get you anything to drink?"
"We're fine," Lizzie stated, crossing her legs.
Ms. Wake arrived with a chair and a second man followed her with the third.
"Thank you both," Mr. Andrews smiled.
The pair only smiled and left the room, shutting the door gently behind them.
"I'd like to begin by congratulating you, Miss McGuire, you have won the opportunity of a life time."
Lizzie smiled and nodded. Gordo fought the urge to laugh. Lizzie may have won it, but she absolutely no idea of what she'd won, besides what the paper had told her. She couldn't remember entering the contest, she couldn't remember anything about what this could possibly be.
Mr. Andrews didn't seem to notice as a large grin swept over his face. "You have been awarded a trip on the maiden voyage of the Titanic II."
A collective what came from all the girls and Gordo.
Mr. Andrews was undaunted. "This is a ship that will mark history, with the same floor plan as its predecessor, except the deck is ten feet longer, keeping the title of the largest ship in history."
"Titanic II?" Gordo exclaimed, his jaw going slack. "As in a ship built exactly like the one that sank in 1912, and took with it the lives of over twelve hundred people?"
"As in the ship that made history. The ship that broke records. The largest ship ever made. The Ship of Dreams," Mr. Andrews explained. "Except of course, with today's modern technology, the same fate will not happen. The water tight bulkheads extend to all decks. Sonar and satellites enable exact locations of the ship and anything that might collide with the ship."
"And we've won tickets?"
Mr. Andrews nodded.
Suddenly, Miranda leaned up. "Mr. Andrews. Like the original engineer of the ship, Thomas Andrew."
He smiled but sighed softly. "A coincidence that life throws. If your are interested, Miss McGuire, then we can give you your tickets and your information packet."
"Yes," Lizzie exclaimed leaning forward.
"Lizzie," Gordo interrupted.
She whirled and faced him. "Like he said this is the opportunity of a lifetime. History in the making Gordo!"
Mr. Andrew stood up three very thick packets grasped in his hand. "I will give these to you to consider over night, and tomorrow you can call me with your response. But remember, this is a voyage that will make the headlines of what it predecessor failed. It will be a trip to remember."
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Gordo looked cautiously around the small office. Pictures ornamented the wall of islands with white sand and crystal clear blue water, exotic looking jungle trees, a log cabin surrounded by snow, the Eiffel Tower, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, a safari, the Statue of Liberty, so many pictures of different travel destinations. Sitting behind a desk was a woman in her mid-twenties, possibly only a few years older than the three waiting before her.
Miranda shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. He knew his own expression was scrutinizing, he was ready to catch anything, and that meant absolutely anything that could be wrong.
Lizzie seemed to be the only calm one. She seemed to ooze confidence in herself right now. She was dressed in a pair of black pants paired with a white button down shirt, her hair was pulled back away from her face.
She smiled a Gordo as the receptionist, who's name plate read Madeline Wake hung up the phone and finally turned her attention towards them.
"Welcome to Dream Vacations, how may I help you?"
"My name is Elizabeth McGuire—"
"Ms. McGuire!" the receptionist interrupted. "We've been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Mr. Andrews is in his office, he'll see you now." She stood up from the desk, and started towards the back.
Lizzie glanced over her shoulder, Gordo smiled meekly at her as he and Miranda followed.
Madeline lead the way back through a small hallway until they stood in front of the door. She raised her perfectly manicured hand to knock but the door swept open.
"Miss McGuire," a smartly dressed man in his forties greeted. His coal gray suit was perfectly pressed, a Rolex gleamed on his wrist, his cufflinks even appeared to be made of real gold.
"Armani," Miranda muttered under her breath and Mr. Andrews stepped aside and held the door open for them. Lizzie seated herself in the only chair which sat directly across from the desk.
Gordo looked quickly at her. "What?"
"His suit is Armani. It's a designer, an expensive—"
"I know what it is," he snapped, impatiently.
"Miss Wake, could you please bring two more chairs?"
The receptionist nodded curtly and quickly left the room.
"One moment, please," he smiled at Gordo and Miranda who had crossed the room and now stood against the wall closest to Lizzie.
"We're fine, if you want to go ahead," Gordo prompted.
"I want to make sure you're both comfortable before we proceed," he stated.
Gordo shot a questioning look at Miranda who only shrugged.
"Can I get you anything to drink?"
"We're fine," Lizzie stated, crossing her legs.
Ms. Wake arrived with a chair and a second man followed her with the third.
"Thank you both," Mr. Andrews smiled.
The pair only smiled and left the room, shutting the door gently behind them.
"I'd like to begin by congratulating you, Miss McGuire, you have won the opportunity of a life time."
Lizzie smiled and nodded. Gordo fought the urge to laugh. Lizzie may have won it, but she absolutely no idea of what she'd won, besides what the paper had told her. She couldn't remember entering the contest, she couldn't remember anything about what this could possibly be.
Mr. Andrews didn't seem to notice as a large grin swept over his face. "You have been awarded a trip on the maiden voyage of the Titanic II."
A collective what came from all the girls and Gordo.
Mr. Andrews was undaunted. "This is a ship that will mark history, with the same floor plan as its predecessor, except the deck is ten feet longer, keeping the title of the largest ship in history."
"Titanic II?" Gordo exclaimed, his jaw going slack. "As in a ship built exactly like the one that sank in 1912, and took with it the lives of over twelve hundred people?"
"As in the ship that made history. The ship that broke records. The largest ship ever made. The Ship of Dreams," Mr. Andrews explained. "Except of course, with today's modern technology, the same fate will not happen. The water tight bulkheads extend to all decks. Sonar and satellites enable exact locations of the ship and anything that might collide with the ship."
"And we've won tickets?"
Mr. Andrews nodded.
Suddenly, Miranda leaned up. "Mr. Andrews. Like the original engineer of the ship, Thomas Andrew."
He smiled but sighed softly. "A coincidence that life throws. If your are interested, Miss McGuire, then we can give you your tickets and your information packet."
"Yes," Lizzie exclaimed leaning forward.
"Lizzie," Gordo interrupted.
She whirled and faced him. "Like he said this is the opportunity of a lifetime. History in the making Gordo!"
Mr. Andrew stood up three very thick packets grasped in his hand. "I will give these to you to consider over night, and tomorrow you can call me with your response. But remember, this is a voyage that will make the headlines of what it predecessor failed. It will be a trip to remember."