Whitecap, a Short Love Story - Page 1
"Forget it! Just tell Mr. McCain that I'll make the one
Jenna slammed down the receiver onto the pink princess
phone, sighing heavily and feeling weak and totally exhausted from her
discussion with the idiot in charge of Mr. McCain's affairs.
"Idiot - a total moron," she tossed out as she
began rummaging through the disorderly stack of unpacked garments which she had
hastily thrown out of her closet in preparation for her impending trip.
"Count to three, Jenna," she told herself, trying
to grasp a thread of calm before coming completely unraveled.
This vacation - she needed it desperately and she wasn't
going to allow anyone to spoil it for her - not even the crazed moron named
Harachi that she had just hung up on.
A smile touched her pink lips as she imagined his ear
At least she thought that was his name - a stupid little
name that sounded like a shoe – and it was with difficulty that she had
understood him as he had a marked accent – perhaps Swahili she went on to
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