Marian’s heart was about to explode out of her chest as she listened to the phone ring. What if this was a fake number? What if it went to voicemail? What kind of voicemail would she leave? ‘Hi this is Marian, you told me to leave you alone but I’m leaving you a voicemail anyway, call me back bye.’ Yeah… that would come across wonderfully. He had a point, she knew many people and had a lot of friends that would love to see him behind bars but at the same time, she had an inside that most people would never have. And it is something that could be rather helpful to him and his cause.

She was thankful that she had told the secretary that she was going home because she didn’t feel well because her heart nearly stopped when the voice echoed across the speaker system of her phone. He answered, he actually answered!! Her heart picked up speed as he spoke and when he asked how she got the number she couldn’t help but giggle into the phone. “Well, I met a guy at a party…” She said as she walked down the street with a grin on her face. “And at the party he happened to give my boss his business card. Unknown to my boss, that business card was rather important. So instead of it becoming recycled, it ended up in my possession.”

Stopping as she walked, she happened to look to her right to see the donut shop she’d normally stop at to pick up her breakfast for her and her old friend. A small sad sigh left her and before he could say something she responded, “Sorry, I just passed a bakery and it made me think of a friend I haven’t seen in a while.” Shaking her head, she felt like an idiot but she couldn’t let this chance to go to waste.

“I did, however, call to make a donation.” She nodded, yeah because he was around watching her… maybe… her gaze moved to the crowded streets of New York City only to realize just how many people were actually on the phone. Shit, even if she wanted to tell if he was close of not; she’d never truly know. “While I’m sure this is a safe line to talk on, I’d rather make the donation in person. Is there somewhere we could meet that I could make said donation?” Her gaze scanned the faces around her. “I don’t know if you could meet me, per say, but I did meet a sailor last night you might know who could meet me somewhere soon. What do you say?”  Her heart pounded and echoed in her ears; she could only hope he wouldn’t be able to hear it through the phone and she bit her bottom lip hard awaiting an answer.