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food creations in the back of their van. Abby needed
no instruction, and slammed the door shut before bounding to the
entrance to announce their arrival, while her boss and friend
searched for a vacant space nearest to the active delivery door.
    DMC Theater Live
looked nothing like its former self. Gone were the old cheap
reflective panes of glass that covered the large building and the old
gargoyle statue that greeted patrons as they entered. Replacing the
outdated décor, were new transparent glass sheets, allowing
the people waiting outside to see the bustling lobby. A phoenix
emerging from an illuminated fountain was now the figure welcoming
all patrons. The service door at the back where Victoria waited was
less grand, but impressive none the less.
    A tall, pale man
with a headset and clip board appeared with Abby through the door as
he belted out instructions on where to go and how to set up. His boss
accepted nothing below the highest standard and the man with the
headset insisted on nothing less from the almost late caterers.
    Once inside, the man
with the headset darted off to fix some other catastrophe and
Victoria and Abby were left alone to remember the directions. People
in crisp blue and white uniforms hustled about even though this was
just a rehearsal. On the walls of the staff area they passed, were
framed quotes of encouragement and inspiration and Victoria couldn’t
help notice the incentive notice board. This month’s winner of
service excellence was being treated to a weekend in a penthouse
suite with his/her chosen guest. Their boss wasn’t too shabby
at all.
    The set up for the
food was not in the lobby as Victoria had imagined, but in a separate
dining area that gave a full view of the stage - very convenient for
a dinner show. Busying themselves with the setting of the buffet
table and instructing the resident staff on how things were done
Palette style, they gave little notice to the fine linen on each
table or the elegant upholstered chairs that resembled something from
the Victorian era - classy indeed.
    It was when Abby
didn’t respond to Victoria’s request to prepare the
executive plates for the directors, that she looked around to find
out what was distracting her usually focused friend.She was staring blankly at the set watching the
exchange between a tall, slender man and the actors on the stage. She
had to call Abby’s name twice before she gauged any reaction
from her.
    “Abby…
Abby, I’m talking to you!” Victoria said. Reluctantly
Abby tore her eyes away from whatever was captivating her and
whispered, “Do you see him… the one shouting at the
people on the stage? He’s the owner of this place and the other
DMC business. I also hear he has a string of high end hotels. Isn’t
he scrumptious?”
    Victoria rarely saw
her friend love struck and decided to inspect just who had her so
smitten. Admittedly, the man she pointed out was striking. His jaw
line was angular and reminded her of the men often seen on the cover
of romance novels. His hair was blonde and the skin on his exposed
collar and arms were tanned. Only when he turned away from the stage
did Victoria catch a glimpse of his green eyes which seemed to be
sparking fire. His sleeves were rolled up and his fist thrust in his
pockets as he walked away from the stage with a stubborn but debonair
strut. It was clear to see why he was the head man in charge. His
presence alone commanded compliance.
    Abby waited
patiently for her to agree that Dawson Ledger was a masterpiece and
grudgingly Victoria nodded. Secretly, she thought he was a bit
arrogant. There was no need to yell at the actors and actress so
aggressively. He was an angry show off in her view.
    As the actors and
other staff rolled through to enjoy the night’s preparations,
Victoria and Abby received many compliments on their menu selections.
Quite a few faces appeared asking for seconds and even the staff
helping them serve the food snuck a bite or two. A woman