Part IV: Katie Singer, Billionaire Extraordinaire

Katie returned to her condo. She tried to put pressure on her wound. She was searching for cotton balls to pour antiseptic to when her phone rang.

"Katie Singer here. Hello?" Katie said as she picked up the phone.

KATIE! It's Sarah. I was trying to see if you were still home. Glad I caught you before you left for your early jog.

"I just got back. What's up?"

You just got back? You barely had half an hour! What gives?

"I had a little accident but I'm fine. So, what's up?"

You had an accident? Are you alright? Should I go call your parents? Should I call Tad to get a good doctor? What? Sarah was now in panic.

"Easy Sarah, I said I'm fine. I just bumped into this pole because I wasn't really looking at where I was going. I had a little scratch in the head but I can deal with it." Katie reassured her friend.

Did you have it checked? I mean it might get infected or something.

"I had someone check it out. A girl who was passing by was actually a doctor. She checked it out and told me I'll live. I'm trying to put antiseptic. I'm fine."

Ah… a girl… passing by… doctor… checked you out… got it!

"Sarah she didn't check me out. She checked the wound out!"

Right… Was she cute?

"Yes. Answer my question, why did you call?"

We were asked to attend a charity by your father. I think it's a fundraiser for the Children's Wards of the hospitals in Chicago. Do you know her name?

"Yes I do. What time do you guys pick me up? Or do I bring my car instead?"

Just bring your car Katie. I'm picking up Tad. We'll meet you by seven. Do you know where she lives?

"No. I don't. What clothes do we have to wear?"

Casual. Jeans will also do. I think you're supposed to play with some kids. Do you have her phone number?

"No I don't. Sarah can you please stop asking questions!" Katie was feeling awkward at her friend's interrogation.

Can you blame me? You don't get all wounded and end up meeting a cute girl in the park every morning. But please tell me you know something more than her name and profession… Please? Sarah pleaded.

"I know where she works. Happy?"

GO KATIE! Ok. I'll meet you later. Don't forget to buy a few gifts for the kids. I think they're bringing about 100 kids in total.

"100! 100 kids? Who am I Mrs. Clause?" Katie was in shock.

Katie, that's what checkbooks are for! So move it! Your assistant will be there by lunch. She'll help you with the toys. Be good Katie!

"Right… Bye Sarah" Katie put the phone down.

She lay down on her couch and placed antiseptic on her wound. She smiled. She felt light whenever she attended charities. It was nice to be recognized by the elite circle, the cream of the crop of Chicago but to Katie, helping others and making them happy, especially children, was worth all the recognition in the world.

"I don't know if I really want you to recognize who I am in the eyes of the whole world..." Katie told herself dreamily.

"Because for some reason, you make me feel different…" Katie closed her eyes, remembering how Jessie's hand felt on her forehead.

"Monday is too far away…" Katie grumbled.

Then she stood up to take a really hot shower.