The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,26

I didn’t know pastors can dance.” Sinclair was definitely enjoying her time slow dancing with Kingston. It was nice and he smelled good too.

“I got it from watching my parents cut a rug as they say.” Kingston replied as they continued to dance to their own music in their heads. “If you like that then you’ll love this.” Kingston took Sinclair and twirled her around and dipped her leaving her simply stunned.

UNCERTAINTY

The old back storage room where she once slept had now become an oversized walk in storage closet. It was complete with movable shelves and pull out rolling storage drawers. There everything was kept from clothes to shoes, to personal hygiene items as well as brochures for her clients. The larger back room where all the books were stored had now become a small kitchenette. It was complete with a microwave and full sized refrigerator tucked in the corner near the back door.

“Thank God I don’t have errands to run today.” Sinclair said a she shook off her umbrella when she walked into her agency. “It’s pouring cats and dogs out there.”

“Morning Sinclair,” chimed her assistant Sasha and staffer Oliver.

“Morning, everyone, I hope everyone’s weekend was great.” Sinclair said while taking off her hat and placing it and her umbrella on the stand.

“It was nice,” Oliver replied while grabbing a mint from the candy jar.

“Sasha, can you give me the rundown of our calendar?” Sinclair asked as they made their way to the table.

With her notepad in hand Sasha began. “Today you have a ten o’clock with Mr. Dunbar who wants to speak to you regarding the repairs to the basement.”

“That’s great because I would like to fix it up and use the space for more storage,” Sinclair said to Robyn.

“At eleven o’clock we have several clients coming in that need our help,” Sasha explained as she checked the items off her list.

“I believe one of the women is also pregnant.” Oliver added to the conversation.

“That’s not a problem at all. Please put in a few extra large shirts and pants with an elastic waist in her bag when you pack it. That way the baby can have room to grow.

“It’s already done,” Oliver replied as he sipped his French Vanilla coffee.

“Great job Oliver,” Sinclair said.

“I have a questions Sinclair.” Sasha raised her pen in the air. “It’s hurricane weather outside and yet your face is glowing. Would you like to tell us why?”

“I noticed that too Sasha,” Oliver said as a matter of fact.

“What? I am not glowing.” Sinclair replied ignoring them both.

“Yes you are.” The two said in unison.

“Okay if you must know, I am just really happy these days. The people I employ are great and the man I have been dating is wonderful. Are you happy now?”

“I want to sit in the front row when you two get married,” Sasha chimed in.

“And I will be sitting right next to you,” Oliver added.

“You guys are crazy, I’m going to my office,” Sinclair said while grabbing her things to leave.

“And Oliver and Sasha thank you for all you do for me. I really appreciate it.” Sinclair smiled.

“You’re welcome,” Sasha and Oliver simply replied.

Sinclair climbed the stairs to her loft office which she considered to be her sanctuary. At one point it was the storage area for books before she converted it into her office. Now her converted office looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. Her sanctuary was nicely decorated with book shelves filled with gifts that her former clients had given her. A collage of pictures that she had taken with her clients hung vibrantly on the largest wall. Various plagues and certificates also hung on her walls.

The contractor was so impressed with the outcome that he began using her space as a model for his future projects. Miss Marjorie would surely be proud of what she had done to the place.

“Sinclair, your ten o’clock is here. Should I send him up?” Sasha asked over the intercom.

“Yes, you can send him up.” Sinclair said as put away a few papers into her top drawer.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Dunbar.” Sinclair said while she extended her hand to shake as he reached the last step.

“Same here Miss Madison,” the gentleman said as he shook her hand.

“Please, have a seat,” Sinclair offered him while pointing to the two chairs sitting directly in front of her desk.

“Thank you for seeing me Miss Madison, I know you are a busy woman.” He replied as he laid his rain coat