A Spark of Hope Part Six

The next morning, Jillian was all business. Afterall she had a business to run and there was no room for mistakes. Her first priority was making sure the team was prepped for their rescue mission in the Bermuda Triangle, a strange mystical place that had the bad habit of making things disappear. Jillian was determined that Spooky was out there some place and she knew her team needed the best tools available to find him. This included the Mach 300 sonar gun that amplified a cat’s meow fifty plus miles in every direction. Jillian knew that it was meant for a deterrent, but she hoped that it would also give Spooky a heads up, allowing him to prepare an adequate response. Knowing that this was the most she could hope for, Jillian finished her inspection of the team and watched as they lifted off and flew away. Turning around, she went back to her office and began the much needed paperwork that had been building up since her self -imposed sabbatical. An hour later, her red laptop binged, popping up a message from Horner, informing her that he was able to buy seventy-five percent of the stocks in Meow &Trade, the rejuvenized name of Jillian’s former company. Correction, now her company.

Sighing a little in relief, Jillian popped open the email and typed a response thanking him for his service and assuring him that his loyalty did not go unnoticed. Closing her eyes and pondering all that had gone on in the past few months, Jillian awoke two hours later to find drool running down the right side of her face. Wiping it away, she gathered her things, shut off her light and left the office. As she was walking to her car, Jillian purred to herself, a lot was accomplished today and that was something to be proud of. Let tomorrow take care of itself for now it was time to rest.

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