Heat

4

The past 2 days I'd thought about the phone call with Marshall every second I'd had the time to.

Which wasn't a lot....

I didn't know what to think about his question if I wouldn't know who he was, but every time I wanted to google 'Marshall Detroit' something else came up and I left it aside.

After I'd ended my call with Marshall, I'd talked to Duggan and didn't really like what I heard. The chinese investor had decided to come over Monday next week and since it had been Wednesday, I knew I'd have to work extra shifts to get the papers ready for the negotiations. The day before I'd meet my gas station stranger and see his face for the first time

Hopefully...

I also had a meeting with local companies to talk about increasing their employee numbers.

This city was one nail in my coffin...

I'd hardly made it out of my office, because of a phone conference and now I was speeding as fast as possible through the terrible Detroit traffic to get to my destination. Marshall had texted me the address and time I should show up, 1 pm, and I pushed a little more on the gas pedal when I looked at the clock on my gps display.

12.45..........I hate to be late!

At 12.57 am I had to stop in front of a gate and give my name to a guard so he could check it on a list and after he'd explained where I could park my car, I drove towards the parking lot.
I would lie if I'd say that I wasn't nervous while I clapped the sun blend down to take a last look at my makeup.

Everything in place! Straighten up, deep breaths! Let's go!

I grabbed my handbag from the passenger seat, the car key, slided out of my car and after I'd closed the door and pressed the lock button, I walked towards the entrance door while I ruffled through my hair and straightened out my clothes.

Stepping inside, I instantly was greeted from a young, all smiling woman which stood up behind a reception desk.

„May I help you, Miss?" I mustered a small smile and stepped in front of her.

„Daniela Schreiber. I'm here to see Marshall?!"

Damn, no last name......

„Ooh..." The girl breathed out with furrowed eyebrows and I looked irritated at her while she picked up the phone, pressed a button and then talked to whoever. „Daniela Schreiber is here to see the boss."

The boss???????????

„He'll be here in a minute." She smiled while she put the phone back down. „May I take your jacket?"

I nodded once and she instantly walked around her desk and waited beside me until I'd pulled the jacket off and handed it to her.
Then I heard footsteps come down a hallway from behind and when the receptionist greeted with a polite „Boss." I turned around and instantly my breath hitched in my throat.

Straight towards me, with a small smile on his face, walked no one else than Eminem and I had to do everything to keep my composure.

„Daniela, nice to see you." He said while sticking out his hand for me to shake it.

„Nice to see you too." I answered and couldn't hold back to emphasize the word see a little which made him chuckle.

„C'mon let's go to my office." He went on and then nodded at the receptionist, while gesturing for me to walk down the hallway. „Bet you're shocked, hm?!"

Understatement!!!!!

„Why should I be?" I joked while I walked beside him and he shrugged and then pointed at himself.