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Trent opened the door to the office and found Troy sitting there, looking frantic.  “Hey, there’s my good friend.  What’s the problem?”  “Trent, this is awful.  There is some kind of glitch in this one program and I cannot figure out what the problem is.”  “Well, let’s take it from the start, Troy.  We’ll figure it out.”  “I’ve got to get out for awhile, Trent.”  “Okay, no problem.  Go get yourself some lunch.  How long you been here, anyway?”  “Since very early,” he said. 

Trent knew he couldn’t change Troy.  He was a workaholic and a worrier, but the two of them worked well together.  They had just seemed to mesh well from the first day they had started working together.  Troy had helped him get the business off to a good start, and Troy now had partial ownership in the business.  Trent didn’t know what he would do without him.  Trent did wish that Troy would slow down just a little, or let Trent hire some help for him, but Troy insisted on doing it all himself.  Trent had just recently gotten Troy to take a day off. 

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Trent walked into his apartment to the sound of the telephone ringing.  He hurried to answer it, thinking that everyone he knew would call him on his cell phone.  “Hello,” he said, in a hurried tone.  “Is this Mr. Johnson?” a very young girl’s voice asked.  “Yes, this is Trent Johnson,” he said slowly.  “Um, my daddy is sick, and he said to call you,” the sweet voice said.  Trent thought that the girl must have dialed his number by mistake.  “Are you sure you have the right Mr. Johnson?”  “Um, I think so.  Can you help my daddy?”  Wanting to do whatever he could for such a sweet sounding girl, Trent replied, “I will certainly try.  What is your daddy’s name?”  “Troy Landis,” she said. 

Trent almost dropped the phone.  He had known Troy for awhile now and he had never mentioned a daughter.  Trent knew he had to say something, anything.  He could hear the little girl breathing on the other end.  “Yes, honey, I can help your daddy.  Is he there with you, at home?”  “Uh, huh,” she said.  “What is your name, sweetheart?”  “Victoria,” she said, with all the sweetness of a young girl.  “I’ll be right there.  Tell your daddy I’m on my way.”  “Okay,” she said, and hung up the phone. 

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