Cherry - part 30

Tony

Call

Tony is not married. Actually he's never really been in a serious relationship. He doesn't want to count in Gwen's mother in, even though they were shortly married. The divorce got through half a year before Gwen was born. Sometimes he wonders how it affected his daughter Gwen, and she often asks why he doesn't have a girlfriend. She asked a lot when she was younger. Now she's 18 and she only asks once in a while. Mostly because her mother, Virginia, got married shortly after Gwen was born. He figures she doesn't understand why her father hasn’t chosen that kind of life.

Tony is sitting at his desk and feeling like a boss. He's working at a bank in which he actually is the boss. He only has one superior. He was looking at the phone, wondering if the damn high school her daughter went to, was completely ignorant of the complains the parents came with.

He had been to the school over a week ago and furiously looked for the classroom she was supposed to be in. He couldn't find it, and when he spoke to a receptionist about how his daughter had been bullied in her class, she just told him “We'll take a look at it and give you a call.” Which of course they haven't done. Gwen was a good girl. She had never done anything to anyone, yet the class she was put in, bullied her. She was the newcomer, and therefore an easy target. They just moved there, and despite Gwen's happy spirit, her classmates had been horrible to her. He wanted his daughter to move class, and he wanted them to take action now.

A buzzing sound came from the monitor. His secretary's light voice sounded through the speaker.

“A Mr. Mosby wants to see you. You have half an hour before the board meeting. Should I send him in, or are you busy?”

“Send him in, April.”

“Yes, sir.”

A few seconds later a man came in the door, followed by April, the secretary. She usually came in with the clients so she could bring them something to drink or eat.

“Pleased to meet you, sir.” Mr. Mosby said and shook Tony's hand.

“You too. Please call me Tony. Would you like something to drink?”

“Club soda would be fine, Mr.”

“April, we would like two club sodas and bowl of mixed nuts.”

“Right away, sir.”

April left the room and Mr. Mosby sat down. Tony did not remember him – he was not a client. It was seldom that someone who wasn't a client did not make an appointment.

“So. Mr. Mosby, what can I do for you?”

“I hear you are going to build a new bank.”

“That's correct. So you are looking for a job here?”

“Well, yes. But not in the bank. I would like to design it. You see, I'm an architect, and I think can make a wonderful new building for your bank. At a reasonable prize, of course.”

April came in with the club soda and a bowl of mixed nuts. Mr. Mosby took a sip of the club soda.

“That does sound interesting, Mr. Mosby. If you have some blueprints or something I can look at, I'll be glad to...” His speech got cut short when the phone rang.

“I have to answer this, sorry.” He mumbled, and Mr. Mosby nodded.

“Yes?” He answered.

“I call from your daughter's high school.” A woman said in the other end.

“Yes, I've been waiting for your call.”

“You wanted your daughter moved to another class, and we have one she can be moved to.”
“Yes. Are there any problems in that class?”

“No, it seems to work fine. Would you like me to transfer her? She can start tomorrow?”

“Yes, thank you. Goodbye.” He hangs up.

“Sorry. It was regarding my daughter’s education. I have been waiting for that call for over a week now.” He shook his head and looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until he had the board meeting.

“I will send you some blueprints, Tony. Thanks so much for your time; I'm sure you have lots to do.” Mr. Mosby stood up and shook his hand again. And suddenly he was out of the door.

He never finished his club soda.