Page 21 of Lovebug
“No, no, no.” Doreen laughs lightly.
Mrs. Lee exhales. “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t think so!”
“Weekly.” Doreen smiles.
“WEEKLY? YOU MAKE THAT MUCH MONEY WEEKLY!?” Dawn’s relaxed yogic personality is officially a thing of the past. She slams herself back in her seat.
“I do,” Doreen says. “And so can you.”
A part of me wants to say, “When, though?” or “How??” Because I’ve been involved in this for over a year now, and I’ve spent way more money than I’ve made.
I must not be trying hard enough.
Doreen and Bert were right last night. I need to be more proactive in welcoming people to our team. I can do it.
That’s it. The next person I have a meaningful interaction with is going to be my new business partner. Yessiree bob.
Doreen launches into the inspiring speech she always gives to get new prospects excited.
“Ladies, this is the moment when you can get in on the ground floor of an exciting new adventure. One where you can build relationships with like-minded entrepreneurs looking to build multiple streams of residual income for years to come. Where you can join forces with a team offering cutting edge products and—”
I see Bert slip back inside the coffee shop. I grab my bag and rush to meet him by the door.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey. Sorry for the interruption,” he says, his eyes focused on the table where the meeting continues.
“It’s okay, but.. what was that all about?” I ask quietly.
“Oh, nothing. She’s fine. Shall we?” He gestures to the table.
“Just a minute.” I pull on his arm to keep him from walking away. “She didn’t seem fine. But remind me whosheis? How do we know her?”
“I met her this weekend at the networking event. She’s really excited about the opportunity. She’s just not feeling well tonight, so she went home to get some rest.” He finally looks me directly in the eyes, then cups my face with one hand and rubs my cheek with his thumb. “Okay?”
“Okay.” I smile. “Ready to head out?”
“Oh baby, I can’t do tonight, remember?”
“No, I don’t remember.”
“I have to do follow-up meetings with some of the prospects I met this weekend.”
“But it’s Monday,” I say, completely confused. “Monday night is our night.”
“I know, baby.”
“And wejustgot engaged.”
“Hey, listen, baby—”
Geez, he’s calling me babysomuch right now.
He continues, “I’m trying to build a future for us. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do. It just feels like you’re—”
He cuts me off. “I’ll make it up to you next Monday night. Promise.”
