Rocket to the Moon
Chapter Five
C-Suite
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It was turning out difficult to calculate multitudes. Considering that there were eighty-four organizations invited and taking two or three invitees per organization, they should be around two hundred people present who came from organizations.
How many enterprises were summoned? He didn't dare to guess. One hundred? Two? How many people each? … How many really huge enterprises would be in downtown? Fifty? Two hundreds? Three? A thousand? …
Arnold exhaled. He had no idea. Maybe if he tried small crowds? … small crowds…. Would be easier this way to estimate how many people attended to this Beneficence Ball taking place at the Ellis Island Hall of a renowned hotel?
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If someone is thinking he was getting bored they were wrong. It has been so much fun to enter into the piece and wait for almost an hour for the Master of Ceremonies to take the stand and greet the audience. Then he said what was it all about and explained the mechanics of the event. Claire and Brenda were with Jenna meeting the potential sponsors. Arnold waited behind. So, a while ago his entertainment had seen to go behind the curtains and observe the city below. It was a beautiful sight.
But right now he was touching the wall with his back, like a wallflower, taking a sip of his drink and surveying the surroundings with the intention to find a representative small crowd. It didn't take long to find it, the perfect one, about twenty feet away from him. But before start counting down people he took a pause to look at a pretty girl in a black dress going through the hall; she was really pretty, elegant, about his age. Arnold sighed. One thing was for sure. This place was full with beauties. With some of them looking like models, actresses…. Talking about actresses, he thought he had seen a famous actor before, but he was not sure.
Okay, no more procrastinating, he took an intake, time to start counting the representative small crowd. Un- deux- trois- quatre- cinq- six- sept-… huit… neuf, dix- onze… four more and they were fifteen. Fifteen persons formed a small crowd. A quick glimpse to the surrounds made him count about a dozen of small crowds to his right. Almost the same amount in the center and… mmm… a bigger bunch to his left. The left side of the Hall seemed the most popular; the loudest, the most sparkling. In any case, that given, one hundred and eighty at his right plus one hundred and eighty at the center, plus… mmm… two hundred and fifty in the left? That meant…
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"There you are!" Claire arrived to his side and took a place at his right, looking at the center of the hall the same way he did. He took her hand and squeezed it "Are you getting bored?" she asked him.
"No" he smiled "Quite the opposite! I am having so much fun trying to figure how many people is in here…" he spoke aloud to be heard through the noise of the multitude.
"Around six and seven hundred" Claire exclaimed with a laugh.
"Really?" Arnold turned to her "How do you know? Jenna?"
"Nope" she clicked her tongue "I counted," she turned to him then "I guess we have similar ways to entertain ourselves."
"Are you getting bored?" Arnold asked her then.
"Nope. In fact, we've had quite a time" she smiled brightly "We met already two possible sponsors and they said they'll contact us within the week. I hope we get something." She made a pause "There's a lady who is giving a thousand dollars to everybody who asks her, you know?" Claire smiled again "It's not permitted but still... Well, all we had to do was say hi and we already have two grand."
"Congratulations!" Arnold said, leaning over and kissing her. "Come, let's dance"
Claire laughed and tried to resist him saying there were just a few couples dancing, but he ignored her and walked to the dance floor.
"Now is when we can dance," he said, placing his hand in her waist and starting dancing the slow, nice melody. "You're not busy now" She finally sighed and followed his lead "How's everything going, by the way, other than those two grand you already have in the bag?" he asked her.
"Well… we have yet to meet three sponsors. We were assigned to only five prospects, like everyone else. Still, there are some 'favorite' associations who try to impose themselves so we need to be watchful…" She explained "Oh and you know what? Mueller and Three Stars Estates are ours. I think this Jenna girl owed Brenda a big one because Mueller is famous for having a soft spot for kids and schools and giving monthly support if you show them you know what you are doing." She said excitedly "And they said Three Stars' bag is twenty thousands."
"Sounds great" Arnold exclaimed feeling happy for her "What about the other one?"
"It's one of those new technologic firms. They do charity on their own" she wrinkled her lips "so they'd absorb our project. We'd be given credit an all, but it wouldn't be the same."
"I see," Arnold nodded understanding "So what's next?"
"We need to wait to be introduced and then, I don't know, try hard to… capture… their attention… their favor." Arnold noticed her hesitation.
"Everything is gonna be alright. Just look at you! Last week your dream was to get two dozen of glasses for those kids and now you're here. You never dreamed to have an opportunity like this."
"Well…" she exhaled.
"Everything will turn fine, you'll see."
"You really think so?"
"Of course I do."
They continued dancing and when the song ended he asked.
"You still happy we came?"
Claire took a deep, vacillating intake and looked at him to the eye.
"Yes, I do. I feel optimistic. I guess if we don't…" she stopped suddenly, but then she added more effusively "You know? I just saw Al Di Napoli, the actor! He was just there! He even greeted us! Where else I can see Al Di Napoli this close and even say hi to him, huh?" she said bouncing slightly.
"Was it him?" he asked "I thought I saw him, but I was not sure,"
"Yep, it was him! Oh, and Brenda says she also saw Barbra," she shrugged.
"Well, I saw this bloke from The Morning News and a guy that looked like Anton Ego" Arnold laughed.
"Anton Ego?" she asked spiritedly "If cartoon characters also count, then I have to say I saw a Cruella."
"My God!" Arnold replied "Well, if we get nothing tonight at least we always can say we had a good time, meeting the rich and famous, huh?"
"And that we attended to the Ball of the Year." she agreed.
"The Ball of the Year, that's right!" he repeated as he made her swirl again.
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They continued dancing for a while, observing and commenting the surroundings. They talked about expectations; real, concrete, expectations. They had already talked about that. They didn't want to be too optimistic to think all their dreams became true, but they wanted to get support to help at least the district schools. That was the point in coming, after all, but still they knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake.
They talked about the invitees. About the diverse kind of people and couples around. There were a lot of men and women who looked important and powerful. There were old and young couples equally. And there were dissimilar couples too: old men accompanied by young women; old ladies accompanied by young men; and couples formed by persons of the same sex. Claire told him that when she commented this to Jenna, the older girl said she didn't judge. She considered love was fickle and everybody has the right to find love their way. Her philosophy? Whatever works.
Finally they also changed impressions about the rest of the organizations present. They looked at them with respect. They valued their existence because these organizations gave help, value to the society. They do a decorous job. That's why they couldn't believe there were some people who looked like real beggars, not by their looks but by their acting. They have this desperate, anxious sight in their eyes that make them look greedy; they looked to the rest of them teams as if they were rivals.
"My God!" Claire exclaimed when she told him that a lady almost pushed her earlier "I mean, what's her problem? Aren't we on the same team? If one of us got a sponsor, the whole community gets benefits!"
"Don't ask me!" Arnold puffed "I am as surprised as you" he turned to her after seeing right then another couple looking at them with disdain "I don't know…" he dropped his voice "I wonder if they are just jealous because I am dancing with the most beautiful girl in the party"
"Ha!" Claire scoffed but smiled with pride; satisfied that the hours spent in her grooming had paid off. She was wearing a strapless blue dress that fell to her ankles. She looked elegant and discreet, and Arnold was proud of her, mainly when you could see around lots of women wearing dresses that he considered non-appropriate for a Fundraising Ball; and he was not talking precisely about people from associations but about affluent invitees. "Do you like it?" she asked pointing her dress.
"You look beautiful tonight" he said kissing her temple.
"Only tonight?"
"You are beautiful. Always. Period."
"But this place is full with beautiful girls. For starters, Brenda also looks beautiful tonight"
"Come on! Who is she trying to fool?" Arnold scoffed "She doesn't even look like her usual self!"
"Hey! She's pretty!"
"Mmmm…" Arnold vacillated "She looks unnatural. Men like natural girls"
"Yeah, Right!" now she let out a loud laugh "Not all men! I just saw a lady who's an eyesore, but the man at her side looked so proud."
Arnold hummed "Money?"
She ignored him and went on.
"Also saw others who resembled a sample book of plastic surgeries. All of them were very well accompanied."
"Like I said. Money"
"Well, who cares? After all, what I was actually telling you that there are a lot of gorgeous girls in here."
"Well…" Arnold cleared his throat, knowing some things couldn't be denied, but also knowing he couldn't say it aloud if he didn't want problems.
"For instance, there's a Jessica Rabbit's clone with dark hair on the other side of the Hall."
"I know. I saw her." Arnold blurted out before he could stop himself.
"You saw her?!" Claire arched a brow
"How couldn't I?" he stuttered "Her dress… sparkles."
"Her dress sparkles?!" she looked at him snappy. Arnold rolled his eyes. Women!
"Hey! What did you want me doing? Turning away?"
"What color her dress was?" She asked, persistent. Arnold grumbled. Jealousy? Really?
"I don't know… Blue?" he frowned feigning nonchalance. Luckily he was able to stop himself before blurting out 'Red'.
"Mhmm," Claire turned down half convinced but then smiled and kissed the tip of his nose "I only wanted to know if you only saw her, OR if you SAW her. And FYI, her dress was red. I was just bugging you, silly!" she shook her head and grinned.
Arnold hid his smirk surprised that sometimes it was so easy.
"Really?" But when he leaned to peck her lips her mood had changed.
"At least it wasn't pink…" she murmured, scathing "You would never forget it".
"Pink…?" He frowned, confused "Why?"
"Why? Really?! Now it results that you're unaware!" she scoffed, but then laughed trying to hide the onset of a fit. "Well, let me point it out for you. I mean all this odd romance you have with pink."
"Romance?" He asked. Claire stopped dancing and walked away. Arnold followed her and once out of the dancing floor he took her arm and asked "What do you mean with 'romance'?"
"Come on Arnold! You love pink! You're always spotting pink everywhere you go… buying pink stuff." She started counting with her fingers "Our curtains and bedspreads are pink. Your office equipment is basically pink. The trashcan is pink…"
Arnold was surprised to seeing her angry so quickly.
"But you bought them all!"
"Come on! Don't start with I bought them all!"
"But you did!"
"Well… if I did, then I did it for you! Because you said you liked them."
"But you…" Arnold stopped himself. "How could I buy pink if I don't like it?"
"Look, I don't care!"
Arnold was about to retort when changed his mind.
"Look, I don't know what are you talking about, but I refuse to pick up a fight right here"
"Right! 'You don't know what I am talking about?'" she repeated scornfully, but despite the sting of her words it was obvious she was also making an effort to get calm.
"Claire…"
"Whatever… Just don't say I didn't warn you when you see it. Pink I mean, it's all over there." She pointed to the left side of the Ballroom.
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Arnold was left alone once again. Alright, they have arranged before that he was going to be called when they needed him and it had worked just fine for him so far. He wanted this way, in fact. But having been left alone a cause of an unexpected fight was unfair. Okay, he understood that maybe Claire was too stressed but he wasn't going to pay for it.
Deciding Claire's mood wasn't going to spoil his evening, he took a drink a waiter offered and then walked on, to the left, got mixed, smiled to some girls but mainly looked through the sea people. There were ladies and gentleman everywhere. Girls wearing all spectrum of colors, including pink. What was the big deal with pink, anyway, he wondered. Why he had to admit something that wasn't even his thing, he knew it; he knew himself.
Only God know what kind of bug had bitten Claire so she'd started this suddenly to talk about pink and nonsense; so out of nowhere. He scoffed. Seeing that he had reached the end of the hall he was about to turn around when he saw it. Pink. In the last small crowd. That wasn't that small in fact. Pink. All his rational thoughts abandoned him. He craned his neck to keep seeing the image that was straight ahead.
Against his better judgment, he walked to her. Almost couldn't see her through the people. But he had the impression that he knew her; that he'd seen her before. Tall, blonde… she was giving him her back, talking to the people who surrounded her and they all laughed in an uproar. After the laughs subsided, she went on talking. Long bare arms outstretched as she seemed to be acting. Her dress gave her a fairy-tale-ish air. She was a surreal vision with a skirt that seemed made of feathers. Her hair reached just beyond the shoulders and that smile…
Olga Pataki? Was Olga Pataki the girl in pink?
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Arnold shook his head, Claire was right. He made sudden halt, causing somebody to crash against his side. Arnold apologized and turned around, not before turning his eyes to see the girl one more time.
So Claire wasn't that wrong after all. The hot pink dress had called strongly his attention; seemed that his girlfriend knew him better than himself. Arnold took a deep breath. As far as he remembered Olga Pataki was always beauty: tall, blonde, perky, pretty. He was surprised he spotted her so fast in a crowd when it has been years since last time he saw her. She seemed altered, but he was sure as hell it was her.
Suddenly he regretted having turned back. He felt the impulse to go back and look for her. Not only try seeing her again, but look for her, talk to her; ask her about her life; about her family. She used to be an amiable girl; always so good-humored and open to conversation. He hoped she were still the same; that despite the actual company she was still the lovely girl he knew. Arnold wondered about Helga then. Helga used to be quite opposite to her sister. Helga was the antisocial type where Olga was always the embodiment of popularity. Would Olga know what her sister was up to? What's been of her life? He didn't know why but when he thought of her he used to think she was actually working in a ship; spending the nights seeing the moon reflecting on the serene surface of the emerald waters of the sea; a cocktail in her hand, a handsome, tanned man at her side.
Arnold shook his head again. What the hell he was thinking?! It was Olga who he expected to talk tonight. A reminiscence of his past, of his town, period. He puffed. When the night started he never thought his mind would take a trip to the past when he wanted so dearly to think about future, about his new job. He wanted to feel free already. He did feel optimist; had a new objective in his life. He had accepted it wouldn't be a perfect job, but he was up to try and enjoy the opportunity; to make the best of it. He really felt as if he had too much to give, just needed something moderately likeable to give it out happily.
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Minutes later Arnold finished the drink deciding he was going to do what he always did. Enjoy the event; help Claire if necessary, and met Olga only if the occasion presented itself. He wouldn't force things. He observed a pretty girl who was also observing him. He indulged with a smile, but turned around when saw the girl smiling back with coquetry. He wasn't here to make a conquest; it wasn't his style; had never been. Consequently he advanced to the other side of the ballroom to put distance in between. The explosion of laugher reached him. It came from Olga's group who seemed to be having the time of their lives together. The rest of the people looked their way too. They were one of the biggest groups he had seen tonight. Looking through the people Arnold realized Olga was the one making the joke again. She was still giving him her back. Arnold had forgotten Olga had been an actress once. In fact, she'd actually married a film producer she met when she acted in off-Broadway plays.
Arnold wondered if the distinguished man at her side was her husband in sight that the man's hand slid to her waist once she ended her act. Arnold frowned. The man was obviously older; his hair was silver, and even when Arnold couldn't make out his face, it was obvious that despite his casual and refined stance he wasn't young. Throwing one last glance to the girl in pink he finally left the spot.
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"Jenna said ten minutes, Arnold. We really want you by our side this time"
"No problem," he said "Where's Claire?"
"She's in the ladies room." Brenda answered "Ten minutes, Arnold. I'll be around. Don't miss out this time, please."
"I won't."
Wondering if Claire was still pissed, Arnold walked to hide behind the curtains again. He met Dark-haired Jessica Rabbit half way and gulped. She was a stunning beauty. His breath hitched when her cat eyes stopped on him. One single look from her could make you her slave forever. Arnold sighed deeply. Fortunately her greyish eyes were over him only for a second, saving him from such sentence. She kept going without turning back.
Finally leaving the low murmur of the gathering behind and feeling safe from the indiscreet sights, Arnold leaned his forehead in the cold glass and turned down to see the streets again; his mind went back to his expectations for the future. Expectations that were optimistic and pessimistic at the same time. He had already attended to a couple of job inter…
His train of thoughts got lost when he heard the rustle of someone getting close to his secret, desolated spot. He spun on his axis to see through the linen of the drapes two silhouettes making a halt right in front of him. He held his breath when they started what seemed was a discussion.
"'She's so fun!'" it was the harsh, mocking voice of a man. Through the dark curtains Arnold could barely see the dark, neat form of a man in a well cut suit. His movements gave out a barely veiled fury "Really? That's all you have to say?"
"I couldn't help but laugh. Excuse me if I'm human!" despite her cool demeanor, Arnold realized the girl was upset. When he looked carefully trying to figure out her form he couldn't help but blink twice. Her dress glowed.
"Human?" he scoffed. Then took an intake, as if forcing himself to keep his voice low "You know she could be a fucking stand-up clown for all I care! You already knew it! Now it turns out you'd become her biggest fan!"
"What did you want? That I grumbled and complained in front of them all?"
"What did I want?!" he cursed "You said she was no match for you. You said you knew exactly what to do. And the only thing you could come up was this?" he pointed her form up and down contemptuously. "He's a smart man, for God's sake! He'd never fall for this."
"I… I think otherwise. In my experience, all men…" she started but the bloke cut her off.
"Shut up and listen! I've done my part. You could be happy at home, but you wanted to come. You wanted to come with me. And I complied, but asked you only one condition in change, remember?" The girl nodded cautiously "All I asked for was your help to take dear Ms. Pataki down to the ground. All you had to do was to outshine her and take all Henry and everybody else's attention on you. And you said…. Please, repeat to me what you said" The guy asked with a hiss. Arnold contained his breath. The low voice of the guy seemed even more dangerous because he wasn't yelling. He wondered what kind of business the girl was involved with. And also wondered what Olga Pataki has to do with this.
"I said I'd do it." She said in a whisper.
"No. You said it was 'a piece of cake'. You said it was a fucking piece of cake and I believed you!"
"Look, I think…" her voice trembled
"Who the hell cares what you think?!" he cut her off again but the girl went on bravely.
"I think you should calm down because…" He looked at her with blunt disgust, daring her to go on "… because…" she breathed "… because, what is the point? I mean, everyone is going to realize what's your…"
He scoffed.
"Everyone is going to realize what? My intentions? My feelings for her?" he snorted again and took her by the chin speaking in soft, low voice "Honey… everybody already knows it. Everybody already knows I want her out of my fucking game." He let go of her "And you dear, you were this close to be my ally - but you've disappointed me and now I have to let you go."
"Dick…"
"Go home."
"I still can try…"
"What part of 'go home' you can't get?" he turned around.
"Al... Alright. I'll wait for you at home"
"My home?" he turned back "No, no, no. Not my home. I've plans tonight and I'm not counting on you."
"What?"
"What you heard. Just go, Eva."
"Are you breaking up with me?" he looked at her again with a scornful expression.
"Breaking up?" he snorted.
"You know I could be with anyone else tonight? Any man would kill to be with me! I chose you."
"Then you should've chosen better"
"Idiot!" She threw herself on him. The tall man took her off of him easily.
"Put yourself together, for God's sake!"
"You're a dick!"
He chuckled.
"That's my name. I thought you already knew it." He brushed his jacket and shook his shoulders. "Get lost." And with that he went off.
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"Hey there! You ready?" Jenna reached them and urged them to move "Time to meet the Muellers." And before Arnold knew they were standing before two men who seemed to be familiar with Jenna. She greeted them and thanked their attendance on the name of the City; then introduced Arnold, Brenda and Claire as an organization that helped children and education. Arnold had to admit that there was a lot of professional work behind the girl easygoing and social bearing.
When he turned to the men, Arnold realized one of them was the man who he'd seen accompanied by Olga Pataki. Arnold looked discreetly around for the girl but she wasn't there; it was only a second man who was listening to Jenna. Arnold shook the hand of the younger man first. David McMahon was a man in his forties who was looking at them with kindness; the same approach he'd seen in most of the presents. Then Arnold turned to who was being introduced as Henry Mueller. Arnold shook his hand with firmness and gave him a cordial smile. So finally there was a face to put to the name. This was the powerful Henry Mueller, Chairman and CEO of Mueller enterprises. Mr. Mueller's smile was kind; and once Jenna left he looked at them with politeness and attention.
So it was their turn; finally their opportunity to get a real, strong sponsor. Arnold turned to the girls but never expected what he found. He couldn't believe his eyes. This wasn't happening. Brenda was speechless; looking at the silver haired man in front of her in awe. Henry Mueller casted her a curious glance and turned his attention to Claire. Claire wasn't wordless, but it was obvious that the condition of her friend was affecting her. Arnold decided to help then. He interrupted Claire when she was repeating the same phrase for third time.
"We are conscious of our narrow circumstances. We know our reach is still small…" Arnold made a pause when both men, Mr. Mueller and Mr. McMahon, turned their attention to him. "We know our actions aren't going to make the big change in the world, but we are happy with the lives we're changing. Every single life we touch is important. Every single life counts and we know that to that kid, that girl or teenager is important; their lives changed and that's worth it. We help to make the difference. That's why we chose to help students. They are still young and still have an opportunity."
Arnold turned to see Claire, who seemed had overtaken her nervousness and looked more assertive when she resumed his discourse. Brenda was a lost cause. She still looked with adoration to the men, the sort of prince charming who were in front of them. Arnold realized they both threw curious looks at her every now and then, as if wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
The blond boy helped Claire to speak about their experience when he saw Dark-haired Jessica Rabbit aka Eva getting close, she stopped by Henry's side and took his arm with familiarity. It seemed to Arnold that the girl had decided to please Dick. The man with silver hair looked uncomfortable but said nothing. Henry was paying them attention and asked them a couple of questions. When doing this he touched slightly Arnold's shoulder, which forced Eva to let go. To Arnold it was awkward to admit they have little experience but Claire let clear they had all the determination to get their goals and make it right.
A couple of minutes passed while they ended their discourse, hoping for the best when Mr. McMahon spoke. He was saying he admired their efforts and understood their situation when Arnold attention went astray. He heard voices getting close. By the corner of his eye he saw two girls joining the group. A girl with brown hair and smart eyes who stood in front of him, forcing Eva to move closer. The other person was dressed in pink and stood a little beyond, by Henry's right. Arnold realized he was getting nervous and didn't like it. He didn't want to become another Brenda.
"Why you took so long?"
McMahon discourse about that they were not taking a decision in the spot lost importance when he heard Mr. Mueller whisper. It was followed by a sultry giggle and a husky reply. Arnold mouth went dry.
"So you miss me," a purr followed the answer. Henry replied something Arnold didn't understood and she laughed again. But then she added in a normal but still low voice "Just kidding. Actually I found Ron-Ron in the ladies. Do you know that people from Vogue are taking shots and interviews over there? Gosh, talk about weird! Next thing we'll hear…"
"You mean Vogue as in the Magazine?" Eva asked abruptly, interrupting momentarily David McMahon speech and moving from her spot. Arnold took the opportunity to take a look to the girl in pink but she was being blocked by Eva. Even there, he could say his suppositions were correct; she was Olga Pataki. Arnold didn't know why the mere sight of her made his knees turn into jelly. Right then he noticed Henry's eyes on him and wondered if his eagerness to talk to the girl in pink was that obvious. He quickly turned to David at the time that the man started to talk again. The man in charge of the Social Assistance Department was taking a business card from Claire and was apologizing because he'd run out of his own cards. He'd assured them he'd call within the next week when the blonde girl spoke mocking the man with dark hair.
"I can't believe you ran out of your cards again, Dave. What a shame!" she feigned disappointment, and took a step forward to offer a few blank cards to him. Then she added "Do you need a pen too?"
She and the girl with brown hair interchanged derisive smiles.
"Your famous purple pen? No, I have my own." Dave let out a laugh, admittig he'd just been exposed, then proceeded to write what Arnold supposed was his phone number on it. "But thank you so much for the offering, Helga; you always so thoughtful."
'Helga?' Arnold turned so fast that his neck complained. His heart stopped. There she was. Helga Pataki stood in front of him with the very well-known smirk adorning her pink lips. He didn't realize when Mr. McMahon extended to Claire the card, or when they started to thank them or saying goodbyes. He didn't notice Claire's warning glance either. But what he did actually notice was Henry's hand resting on the small of her back, and that Eva wasn't there anymore. He also realized he didn't heard the first time Claire called his name because the loud thumps of his own heart were deafening him but it worked for the whole group to turn to see him.
Arnold blinked, before he realized Dave was shaking his hand and thanking him. Henry Mueller dismissed him with another shake and a nod, saying he hoped the best for their team, while the newcomers acknowledged Brenda and Claire. Arnold contained his breathe when he turned to Helga. For God's sake, it was Helga! This gorgeous woman in front of him was old Helga Pataki! He extended his hand to her when suddenly he was surrounded by warmth and a soft fragrance.
"Arnold!" the hug was strong but quick "I can't believe it's you, Arnold Shortman!" then she turned to Henry and threw him a dazzling smile "We went to school together. - Oh, God - So long ago! - I used to be in love with him when I was a girl!"
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Reviews are welcome and they might inspire me to update faster. Special thanks to Nep2uune, a guest and to you all you who read this.
I don't own Hey Arnold! I don't own Al Di Napoli, Anton Ego, Cruella, Jessica Rabbit or any other TM. They are here only to color the story. I only own this plot and the OC.
See you soon.
August 24, 2014.