tion!" Jen yelled, her eyes wi

went to the counter and started pointing frantically at the rolls of scratch-off lottery tickets. I saw her pull a thick wad of cash from

as my

lked to the side of the

alled my

I need to speak with Mr. Ha

e were just about to call you. Mr. Harrison has a few final que

t because I was on the road to the lake house. My boss had to

the next twenty minutes walking her through every detail, cit

station window, frantically scratching tickets, a mountain of silver dust piling u

won a sin

er and headed back to Chicago. An hour

n just signed off. The project is a go. Come see me M

f washing over me. My future was