Glancing impatiently at her watch again and the almost invisible availability of taxis, Deandra cursed under her breath realizing she might be late for her appointment. She reached into her coat pocket, retrieved her cell phone and was dialing a cab service when she heard her name cut through the bustle of the city and the rumble of thunder. Of all days, she thought, for the damn rain. Ring one………no taxis in sight coming down the busy roadway. Ring two. She stepped a little further toward the road carefully calculating how to step off the curb in her heels. “Deandra!” When she realized she had not imagined the voice, she turned toward the source and almost stumbled off the curb when she saw him standing there. It had been almost ten years, but she recognized Jarvis immediately. “De? It is you,” he smiled, stepping closer, his hand out to steady her. A whirl of emotions and thoughts flooded her mind. Ring three. “Allied Taxi,” the voice announced. Deandra cou...
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