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Harrison was just sitting down with a copy of his sector B finance report for the quarter when his personal phone rang with an unfamiliar number.   He frowned, but then again he had given his number out to a lot of new people recently.    And the report would wait.  

“Harrison Drake speaking,” he answered, setting the report back down on his desk.       

Jack took a moment to steady himself before he spoke. No matter how nervous he was, he swore to himself, he was not going to stutter. And even if it did slip out, he would just power through it.

“Mr. Drake? Hello, it’s Jack Maple.” 

Harrison raised an eyebrow.   That was certainly someone he wasn’t expecting a call from.   Ever.

“Mr. Maple.   What can I do for you today?” he asked, getting straight to the point.   

He decided to try starting on a friendly note, hoping to put the other man in a good mood. “W-well, first, I wanted to thank you. Katelynn t…told me how you helped her arrange our anniversary date, back in December. We had a wonderful time, and I really ap-preciate you doing that.”

Jack prayed he wasn’t coming off as groveling. His own feelings about Harrison aside, he genuinely was thankful for the help he’d given Katelynn in planning and setting up everything. 

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You promised yourself, Jack. 

You have to do this. 

The blue artist repeated the words in his head, over and over, as he looked down at his phone. He’d gotten Harrison Drake’s personal number from Katelynn, and entered it in – all that remained was to hit ‘Send’.

And he was scared as hell to do it. 

… But not as scared as he was of leaving things as they were between them. 

Jack had no delusions about the two of them becoming friends after just one talk. He knew the businessman didn’t like him, and he still envied Harrison in many ways. But he also knew how much the other man had done for Katelynn – for both of them. And he knew how much the tension between them upset his fiancee. So, over the holidays, when the two of them had been talking about plans for their wedding that spring, Jack had made it his new year’s resolution to clear the air between him and Harrison. 

I may not be a brave man, but I’m brave enough to do this.

He pushed the button, and the call went through. 

Harrison was just sitting down with a copy of his sector B finance report for the quarter when his personal phone rang with an unfamiliar number.   He frowned, but then again he had given his number out to a lot of new people recently.    And the report would wait.  

“Harrison Drake speaking,” he answered, setting the report back down on his desk.       

Jack took a moment to steady himself before he spoke. No matter how nervous he was, he swore to himself, he was not going to stutter. And even if it did slip out, he would just power through it.

“Mr. Drake? Hello, it’s Jack Maple."