Chapter Eighty-Five: The Challenge at Work
The email arrived on a Monday morning, and Lina knew immediately that something was wrong.
It was from Margaret, her mentor and the former owner of Elite Events. Margaret had been retired for years now, living in Florida with her wife, sending postcards and occasional emails about the weather and the beach. She did not send urgent emails.
Lina,
I need you to call me as soon as you get this. It's about the Henderson account.
—Margaret
Lina's heart began to pound.
The Henderson account was her biggest client. Victoria Henderson was a tech billionaire who had hired Elite Events to plan her daughter's wedding—a three-day affair with a guest list of five hundred and a budget that could feed a small country for a year.
If something was wrong with the Henderson account, something was wrong with everything.
Lina picked up the phone and called Margaret.
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Margaret answered on the first ring.
"Lina. Thank God."
"What's wrong?"
"Victoria Henderson is pulling out. She's taking her business to another firm."
Lina's blood went cold.
"Why?"
"I don't know. She won't return my calls. She won't return anyone's calls. Her assistant says she's made a decision and she's not going to discuss it."
Lina sat down at her desk.
"This doesn't make sense," she said. "She loved our plans. She loved our ideas. She said we were the only firm she trusted."
"Something changed. You need to find out what."
Lina was quiet for a moment.
"I'll talk to her," she said.
"Be careful. She's powerful. She has connections. If she decides to badmouth Elite Events, it could ruin us."
Lina took a breath.
"I know," she said. "I'll be careful."
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Lina spent the rest of the day trying to reach Victoria Henderson.
She called the office. She called the assistant. She called the personal cell phone that Victoria had given her after their first meeting. Nothing. No answer. No return call. Just silence.
Ethan found her in the home office that night, staring at her phone.
"Any luck?" he asked.
"No."
"What are you going to do?"
Lina looked up at him. "I'm going to show up at her house."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Is that a good idea?"
"It's the only idea I have."
Ethan sat down beside her.
"Then I'm coming with you," he said.
Lina leaned into him.
"Thank you," she said.
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Victoria Henderson's house was a mansion on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by gates and security cameras and the particular silence of extreme wealth.
Lina stood at the front gate, pressing the intercom button for the fifth time.
"Victoria, it's Lina Blackwood. Please. I just want to talk."
Silence.
Then the gate opened.
Lina looked at Ethan. Ethan looked at Lina.
"Let's go," he said.
They walked through the gate.
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Victoria Henderson was waiting for them in the living room.
She was a tall woman, elegant, with silver hair and sharp eyes. She looked tired. She looked sad. She looked nothing like the confident billionaire Lina had met at their first meeting.
"Sit down," Victoria said.
Lina and Ethan sat.
"Why are you pulling out?" Lina asked. "What did we do wrong?"
Victoria was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "You didn't do anything wrong. This isn't about you."
"Then what is it about?"
Victoria's eyes filled with tears.
"My daughter is sick," she said. "Cancer. She was diagnosed last week. The wedding is off."
Lina's heart ached.
"I'm so sorry," she said.
Victoria shook her head. "Don't be sorry. Just... go. Leave me alone. I can't talk about this."
Lina stood up.
"I'm not going to leave you alone," she said.
Victoria looked at her. "What?"
"I'm not going to leave you alone. You're hurting. You're scared. You're pushing people away because you don't know how else to cope. I've been there. I understand."
Victoria's face crumpled.
"You don't understand," she whispered.
Lina walked over and sat down beside her.
"My mother tried to kill me," Lina said. "My best friend pushed me down the stairs. I woke up from a coma with no memories and no idea who I was. I understand pushing people away. I understand being afraid. I understand thinking that no one could possibly understand."
Victoria was crying now, silent tears streaming down her face.
"What do you want from me?" she asked.
Lina took her hand.
"I want to help you," she said. "Not as a businesswoman. As a person. Someone who has been through hell and survived."
Victoria looked at her.
"Why?" she asked.
Lina thought about the question.
"Because someone helped me," she said. "When I had nothing. When I didn't even have my own memories. Someone was kind, and it saved my life. I want to do the same for you."
Victoria was quiet for a long moment.
Then she said, "My daughter is going to die."
Lina squeezed her hand.
"I know," she said. "I know."
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Lina stayed with Victoria for the rest of the day.
They talked about her daughter—about her diagnosis, her treatment, her fear. They talked about the wedding that would never happen, the future that had been stolen, the grief that was already crushing her.
Lina did not offer solutions. She did not offer advice. She just listened.
When she finally left, Victoria hugged her.
"Thank you," Victoria said. "For not giving up on me."
Lina hugged her back.
"Thank you for letting me in," she said.
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The Aftermath
Victoria Henderson did not pull her account from Elite Events.
She postponed the wedding indefinitely. She canceled the flowers and the catering and the band. She told her daughter that they would plan a celebration when she was better, when she was healthy, when the future was not so uncertain.
Lina helped her with all of it.
She did not charge for her time. She did not send a bill. She just showed up, again and again, and did what needed to be done.
"Why are you doing this?" Victoria asked one day.
Lina looked at her.
"Because you needed someone," she said. "And I needed to be that someone."
Victoria's eyes filled with tears.
"You're a good person, Lina Blackwood," she said.
Lina shook her head.
"I'm just a person," she said. "Trying to do the right thing."
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The Phone Call
Three months later, Victoria's daughter went into remission.
The call came on a Sunday morning. Lina was making pancakes. The twins were arguing. Sprinkles was begging for scraps.
"She's going to be okay," Victoria said, her voice thick with tears. "She's going to be okay."
Lina sat down at the kitchen table.
"I'm so glad," she said.
"We're going to have the wedding. Next summer. Same plans. Same venue. Same everything."
Lina smiled.
"Then we have a lot of work to do," she said.
Victoria laughed.
"I'll call you tomorrow," she said.
She hung up.
Lina sat at the kitchen table, her phone in her hand, and cried.
Happy tears.
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End of Chapter Eighty-Five