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“Mr. Benton, you have a visitor,” Ben, my secretary, said through my intercom.
“Thank you Ben, send them in.” I didn’t know who it was. I didn’t have any appointments. I had just gotten done writing up the notes from our last meeting. I needed to be in charge of that part of our meetings. Dawson, Ford and Davis had their assistance or secretaries do that, but I needed to do it for my own piece of mind.
I’ve felt off lately. I don’t know why. The nightmares have been more frequent, and I think it’s because I haven't been able to sleep with my baby girl. It’s hard for her. She’s just one person, and there are four of us. I'm sure it’s difficult for her to shower us with her attention. I know I’d find it difficult. It’s easy for me with the guys. We all like the same thing
