This is a work of fiction. Characters, corporations, institutions
and organizations in this collection of stories are the product
of the author’s imagination, or, if real, are used fictitiously
without any intent to describe their actual conduct. Any
similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2006 by Cathy Jourdan
A Special Thanks
I want to give a special thanks to my husband, Ray,
and my sons, Justin and Nathan for the patience
they have shown during my days and nights
working on these stories. I love you guys! And
another thank you is due to my co-worker and more
importantly, my friend, Donna Williams for helping
with the final edit on the content.
TOP PERFORMER
The hotel looked glamorous at night. The
parking lot was full as many well-dressed people
got out of their cars and headed for the front door of
the hotel. Tim Buckman, a clean cut man in his
thirties, got out of his newer Lexus and ran around
to the passenger side to open the door for his date,
Tracy, a petite attractive young woman. Randy
McKnight, a very striking black man in his forties,
exited the vehicle from the back seat and helped his
wife Tenisia. Randy joined Tim, slapping him on
the back as soon as he was within reach. “Are you
ready...big man?”
Tim smiled at his friend as Tracy grabbed
him and wrapped her arm through his. “Come on
Mr. Correction Officer of the year...I hope they have
good food.”
The four walked into the hotel and entered
the elaborately decorated ballroom. The room was
very large, but looked a bit messy because of dishes
still sitting in front of guests. Tim knew they’d be
late. Tracy was always late. They found a clean
table and sat down. The Department Director was
already at the podium speaking. “It is with great
pleasure that I announce the Department of
Corrections... Officer of the Year, Mr. Tim
Buckman. Come on up Tim.”
Tim took a drink from the glass of water on
the table, wiped his mouth and stood, then walked
up to the podium. Tim shook the Director's hand
and took the plaque from him. Tim looked at the
plaque and then adjusted the microphone.
“Umm...hmmm!” Tim cleared his throat and
