Chapter 4 No.4

Chandler smiled, thinking, "Well, while I'm in Sydney, Canada, in my apartment. I'll have electricity, running water, an internet connection, and possibly a girl." At least he'll have these things to help him impress Erin. She won't have to know that the farm doesn't have these things.

Chandler laid back and started daydreaming about home-cooked meals and the savory aromas that come with them. Because he was looking forward to eating someone else cooking besides his own, he was tired of store-bought food from town. But being a bachelor and living independently, he has learned to make a few mean dishes he has perfected over the years. That might impress a woman that he has some skills in the kitchen. Remembering his mom's wise words, a woman loves a man even more if he can help around the house.

His overactive imagination excited him on his first plane ride, thinking how great it would be in Sydney to spend time with Erin. To have a beautiful girl like her on his arm while walking down the street would be amazing. In his mind, he's seen her so many times in his fantasy and dreams. He thought of her pale, smooth, soft skin, long, flowing black hair, and her mile-long, shapely legs wrapped around him tightly.

Chandler knew she was brilliant, but he needed to learn what her skills were like in the cooking department. But he told himself it didn't matter if she wasn't domesticated and homely as long as he was the apple of her eye. So Chandler smiled, just thinking about surprising her with his presence in Sydney.

Then suddenly, his heart goes into a panic. "What if she dating someone? Worse than that, what if she's already married?" He sat up as his eyes opened!

The last time he spoke to her was when she called him to give him her condolences about his parents passing. That was a whole year ago! A lot can happen in a person's life in a year! Worry begins to sit in now that he has signed that 3-month agreement with his grandfather to keep from losing Whispering Creek. She's all he's been thinking about lately-now repeating to himself. "I know she's not married or dating someone. She can't be. The girl was too eager to keep talking to me when we spoke over the phone. Erin even called me a few months later to see how I was doing. She's still available."

After feeding his mind that positive message over and over. "I know I can convince her to marry me. But, no doubt, what she's been waiting on me to do is pop the question."

He relaxes again as his mind drifts to another fantasy about him and Erin. Chandler sees himself sitting at a table, waiting for his girlfriend to prepare him a hot delicious meal. She's always sexily dressed, smiling, and can't wait to do two things with him. First, prepare a delicious meal and then surprise him by loving him passionately on the dining room table.

Chandler folded his arms across his broad chest and sighed happily at the notion as he closed his eyes, smiling while waiting for his plane to land.

The plane's PA system crackled, startling Chandler out of his fantasies. He sits up as he hears a flight attendant say in a cheerful tone. "Good afternoon, passengers. Soon we will be arriving at the Sydney International Airport."

When they finally landed, Chandler stepped off the tarmac into the airport. He began smiling and looking around even though no one else was smiling. Chandler looked at the variety of people. So this was different from Nova Scotia.

"Good morning, good morning." He said, being charmingly friendly with those he passed, male or female. But, of course, most people passed him by, looking at him strangely, except for the females. They blushed and whispered to one another. "Whose, that fine man?"

After Chandler got a reasonable number of strangers to acknowledge his friendly greetings, he began looking for the man, who he was told would meet him at the airport. Chandler decided he wouldn't tell them if no one asked who he was or how he was related to his grandfather. He didn't want to be treated differently from everyone else.

The gentleman he was told to look for is supposed to take Chandler to headquarters, where he will work, and then to his apartment. Instead, he looked around, still smiling and saying "hello, and good afternoon as he slowly walked his long muscular frame and stunningly handsome face through the airport." Greeting everyone who passed him.

A little over five minutes he had passed before he saw this well-dressed, clean-cut, reasonably handsome man around his age. The man looked at the picture he had in his hand. Chandler had on almost the same clothes he was wearing in the picture. But a different color plaid shirt, but the dark jeans and a Beige jacket were identical.

The man shook his head. He didn't know who Chandler was related to, mumbling to himself. "Is this the only outfit this guy owns?" He rolled his eyes in his head. "I guess I got my work cut out for me." He proceeds to walk along to meet him. As he's approaching, Chandler notices the man coming in his direction.

"Wow! He looks like a million bucks!" Chandler mumbles, taking notice of the man's expensive clothing.

The young man is wearing a costly suit with an expression to go along with it. The young man says, speaking informally to Chandler. "Good morning Chandler, right? I'm the representative from J. Cooperation. Are you Chandler Jordan?"

Chandler looked at him, a little confused, with a smile on his friendly face. He had to adjust his brain to the pace and speed he was talking. The gentleman spoke English but at a rate that wasn't common to Chandler. In Nova Scotia, people are easygoing and laid back. They take their time talking, walking, eating, and just about everything else.

"Woah! Slow down. You are speaking faster than my Mustang can run. Can you repeat that?" Chandler said, chuckling.

The young man cocked one eyebrow at him as he spoke slightly slower.

"Are you Chandler Jordan?"

"Yes!" Chandler replied with all thirty-two white teeth.

The man chuckled as he shook his head, saying smugly. "Come along. You are late."

Chandler picked up his mixed-match luggage that contained everything he owned practically regarding clothing. He got no assistance from the gentleman at all other than judging glances. Chandler walked as quickly as he could to keep up. The young man looked back with his nose turned up at Chandler's tattered-looking duffle bag and other unassembled suitcases on his shoulder.

"Hey! What's your name?" Chandler asked as he made long strides catching up, walking alongside. Even though the young man didn't look much older than himself, he was raised to be respectful.

"Why?" The guy asked as they walked up to this hot sports car.

Chandler's eyes bulged, forgetting his question when he saw the lime green Lamborghini car. "Is this your car?" He asked with eager eyes.

"No, it's called a company car."

"Oh, I see. It's nice." The first thought that came to his mind was the owner, grandpa Thorn.

"The trunk is open. Put your luggage inside."

"Yes, Sir."

Chandler got in and closed the door. The young man started rambling a list of details to him.

"Did you get all that?"

"Uhmm...some of it."

"Don't tell anyone I didn't explain everything to you."

Chandler just looked at the guy, thinking, 'he short tempered.' and shook his head, "Okay." At this point, Chandler was getting a little nervous about deciding to accept the proposition. First, he needed to figure out what to do with the list of things or the order to remember them.

So when they finally arrived at the office parking garage and entered this very elaborate-looking building. Chandler's eyes scanned all around, looking at everything his grandfather owned, which could one day be his responsibility. He was impressed, smiling at all the well-dressed people he saw coming and going along the way.

"Hey! You need to keep up, buddy. You're no longer in slow Ville anymore. Things move fairly quickly around here."

Chandler's long legs caught up just in time to enter the open elevator doors. When they stepped inside, he heard a female's voice. "Please select your floor." Chandler looked around for the woman who said that.

"Oh, it's automated." The young man said, chuckling, looking at Chandler calling him a 'country bunking' in his head.

"Will I be working with you, Sir?" Chandler asked.

"No, thank god. Where are you from anyway? It can't be Sydney."

"No, I'm from a small town in the beautiful Countryside called Whispering Creek in Nova Scotia. Are you from Sydney?"

"Yes, born and raised, I graduated from Sydney university. Okay, here's your supervisor's office. Just have a seat, and they'll be with you shortly."

Chandler went into the office and grabbed the doorknob as the door was about to close. "Pssst...pssst. Hey, wait! What's your name? You never told me your name."

"My name is Nathan Edwards; everyone calls me Nate here at the company."

"Thanks for helping me, Nate. Maybe we can have lunch together soon." Chandler said, smiling at the young man overlooking his rude disposition.

"I'll see what my schedule looks like in the coming weeks. Maybe one day." Nate said as he walked away, placing his hand in his front pocket and shaking his head.

Chandler sat in the plush office and waited to meet his new supervisor. At the same time, sitting there, he didn't know what to expect. It was his first time at headquarters, and his mouth had already fallen open a few times at what he had seen around here. All attractive people are walking around in expensive clothing and driving expensive cars. Even a Lamborghini, Pete's sake! Who calls a Lamborghini a company car? Then it dawns on him that he will inherit all of what he has seen thus far one day.

"Is this why grandpa Thorn wanted me to come work here for three months at headquarters so he could tempt me? What other sinister plot does he have up his sleeve?"

Chandler became weary now. He didn't know what to expect next. All he knew was that his grandfather would go to any length to try and change him. So now he sat there nervously, rubbing his hands together, anticipating who would come from behind that closed door.

"How far did grandpa Thorn go?"