The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,15

had made that had caused him to be in this predicament.

“He wasn’t trying to make a profit, but rather trying to get himself a job so he wouldn’t have to resort to stealing. He’s not a criminal, but a man trying to survive in this cruel world.”

“Your honor I don’t have any further questions right now. But I ask for permission to recall the witness.” The prosecutor stated.

“So ordered. Ms. Madison, we might need you to take the stand again,” the judge explained.

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Against her contractor’s wishes she had chosen a light coffee colored paint for the walls. Adjacent to the two public computers aligned against the right wall was a small rounded table with four chairs. The large bulky desk which sat blocking the window was replaced with a high counter that rounded off by the window inviting the sun in. The reception desk, waiting area chairs and tables were all a deep chocolate tone to coordinate with the coffee colored walls.

“I brought you guys something back.” Sinclair announced as she walked in with a box of cookies that smelled up the entire office.

When Sasha had changed her hair color from blond to brunette it had made her pale skin stand out even more. Her brown eyes became more vibrant and you could even see her beautiful smile. With her thin frame and tall height, she was definitely model material. Oliver had a tanned skin tone and red hair with freckles dotted over his chubby cheeks. This heavy set man always came to work dressed to impress and was ready to dig in and help wherever he was needed.

Her employees’ eyes lit up when they saw the blue and brown signature color.

“Yes, cookies from Miss Dee’s Bakery.” Gleefully Sasha said as she dug into the mouth-watering cookies Sinclair handed her. “Oh, you have a package on your desk.”

“How was court today?” Oliver asked while Sinclair put her purse and briefcase on a nearby table.

“It went very well. I’m praying the judge will be easy on him.” Sinclair reached into her briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper which she handed it to Sasha. “I need you to fax this document over to Tracey at the Welfare Office, and then fax it to Arnold at the Housing Center.”

“No problem, I’m on it.” Sasha replied.

“And thanks Sasha.” Sinclair didn’t know what she would do without her or Oliver because they were the best employees she had ever had.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the cookies.” Sasha said as she hurried to the fax machine.

“Well you guys enjoy these cookies, I’ll be in my office if you need me,” she said as she climbed the stairs to her loft office.

Sinclair continued that same color scheme of light coffee colored paint right to her loft office upstairs. Accent pieces such as vases and other small items had a dash of red here and there. While downstairs green was sprinkled throughout the area. The large antique desk that had been blocking the window downstairs now sat in the middle of her office gracing the huge area. The abundance of light from the windows made Miss Marjorie’s picture stand out even more on the wall as well as her picture of the Eiffel Tower in Paris where she dreamt of going one day.

As soon as she hit the top of the stairs she saw something that made her smile. She gasped at the sight of the colorful orchids sitting in a vase on her desk.

“Sinclair, Just Because, Kingston,” the note read.

Sinclair immediately dialed Kingston’s office number and waited for his secretary to put him on the phone.

“They are lovely.” She said as soon as he got on the phone.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t like them. I know they were delivered two hours ago,” Kingston said while sitting at his desk with his feet up.

“I was in court this morning and I just got back. They’re beautiful.” Sinclair said as she smelled the orchids.

“How did you know I love orchids?” Sinclair felt like God was surely shining down on her because he could not stop smiling.

“I watched how you tended to your garden and you gave exceptional care to the orchids you had planted. I figured those were your babies,” he answered her while reviewing some papers.

“Well you figured right because they are my favorite flowers Mr. Carter, or should I say Pastor Carter.” She joked.

“To answer your question that I know is coming. Just because is, just because I was thinking of you. I don’t