As always, Sara listened, fixated on her Grandfather’s every word. She loved him and valued his opinion. After contemplating life with her father for a few seconds, she looked down as though experiencing a painful memory.
Shortly after learning about the SunGard’s, Sara attended one of Christian’s lectures. Wearing a white button-down Oxford shirt and a tie, Christian broadcast his well-prepared lesson to a hall full of students.
“How does one know if ‘I want you, I need you, or even I love you,’ are being translated? Thank God reading, and writing are still allowed.”
He’s right, Sara thought.
All in attendance understood the seriousness of the global environment that had developed since the adoption of Give or Take laws and TEBs usage. The students plodded out deliberately when the lesson finished. Christian watched them gesturing to one another silently, in conversation. Sara decided. Her new professor was insightful and date-worthy.
A few days later, the Weekley heiress sat cross legged on a ledge outside the university lecture hall. Above her, the ancient oak tree’s leaves were changing color early. A nearby listener heard the band 10cc– “I’m Not in Love,” overflowing from her TEBs. Christian had seen her making love with the sun, under the tree after class often. He popped a few breaths mints as he prepared to chat with her. She was wearing one of her signature pink sweaters, embroidered with her initials. The color matched her nail polish. She smote him. Moving towards her, he stopped to look into her eyes, smiling. The item he placed next to her on the ledge moved on its own, in the Indian summer breeze before he strode away. Sara scooped up what appeared to be a handwritten note. SunGard banked on the fact that technology, no matter how advanced, had not tamed the written word. Satellites and drones could not tamper with “Be mine,” written on the back of a cafeteria napkin. Sara read it and smiled.
A perfect gentleman Christian always behaved with Sara. He steered their conversations away from their family’s business dealings. His notes and letters kept coming, each lengthier than the one prior. It did not surprise her. She enjoyed reading them. Christian inspired Sara with his usual topics, romance, politics and technology.
I don’t need approval to date Christian, she thought.
Sara left a note from Christian on her desk that night, and Remington read it.
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