see what I can do. Iâd like to also suggest that you contact him,â she added. Sheri began shaking her head. âJust one phone call, Sheri. Itâs asking so little to gain so much.â
Sheri finally nodded in agreement. âOkay, Iâll do it. Thank you, Mamma Lou. Still, I wouldnât get your hopes up. But of course I appreciate whatever you can do.â
âWell, Iâd better get out of here and get busy. We both have a lot of work to do. And if we could have some kind of solution by the sesquicentennial celebration, that would be wonderful.â She stood. Sheri walked her to the door. âPlease keep me posted on your progress.â
âI will. Thanks again, Mamma Lou. Iâll talk to you soon.â
Louise turned in the doorway. âRemember, we arenât always who we seem to others. Look below the surface and see the man I know is there. Call him. Talk to him. Youâll work this out.â
Sheri nodded but knew there was no way she and Jordan Hamilton would ever be able to come to an understanding.
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Jordan finally caught up with his brother Julian. He needed to vent and Julian was the perfect personto listen. He picked up on the first ring. âHey, whatâs up?â Julian said.
âItâs been one of those days. How are Dena and Dillon?â
âFine, Dillonâs getting bigger and bigger every minute. I swear heâs amazing. He begs to go to work with me every day and his eyes light up as soon as we pull into the lot. You know he wants his own desk at the office.â
Jordan laughed. It was the best thing heâd heard all day. âYeah, now thatâs what Iâm talking âbout. Sounds like we already have the next generation of Hamilton Development ready to go.â
âYeah, well, Iâm doing my part.â
âAll right, donât get all Mamma Lou on me.â
It was Julianâs turn to laugh. âWell, it took her long enough.â
âWhat do you mean?â Jordan asked.
âYou know sheâs had her sights on you and Darius ever since she found out I had two single brothers.â
âNah, Iâve been blocking her for the past five months.â
âSheâs good, man. Trust me. If it wasnât for Mamma Lou I would have never met Dena. She changed my life and I realized that everything I thought I wanted wasnât what I needed. Iâve never been happier.â
âAnd Iâm happy for you, man, but thatâs not me. Iâm not the family kind of guy, you know that.â
âYeah, but I remember saying the exact same thing. So, howâs everything going there?â Julian asked.
âThe deadline is going to be tight, but weâll meet it.â
âExcellent.â
âNow if I can just get rid of the distractions,â he added.
âWhat kind of distractions?â Julian asked. âNow you know thatâs never going to happen.â
âI can dream. It seems every other day I get a phone call from a member of the board of supervisors. Today I spent all morning and most of the afternoon listening to a couple of whiny politicians trying to alter my plans and then asking for handouts. Seriously, to hear them talk, youâd think it was their project.â
Julian laughed. âCome on, it couldnât have been that bad.â
âTrust me, it was worse. You know the drill, supervisors, board of directors, city hall politicians. They all want something for nothing. Today it was concessions and payoffs in exchange for smoothing the way with utilities, regulators and inspectors.â
âYep, that sounds about right,â Julian said, chuckling. âSo, what did these guys want?â
âYou name it, they wanted it. Personal suites inthe resort, lifetime spa memberships, preferential treatment on-site, the works. Oh, wait, and my personal favorite, Iâve been asked if a few of my workers could stop by one of their