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Wonders of the World, Sunday

Joanna was on her mobile phone. She was talking to an art agent somewhere in Paris.

"I don't care if the prince has expressed an interest in the painting. I want it. Let him try to outbid me if he can," she said crisply.

Hole Number	Wonder
One	Great Pyramid of Giza w/Sphynx
Two	Golden Gate Bridge
Three	Stonehenge
Four	Niagara Falls
Five	Great Wall of China
six	Taj Mahal
Seven	Grand Canyon
Eight	Mayan Pyramid (Teotihuacán)
Nine	Eiffel Tower
Ten	The Colosseum
Eleven	Great Barrier Reef
Twelve	Leaning Tower of Pisa
Thirteen	Mausoleum at Halicarnassus
Fourteen	Mount Everest
Fifteen	The Channel Tunnel
Sixteen	Hoover Dam
Seventeen	Angkor Wat
Eighteen	Petronas Towers

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Joanna might take the time to sell them to you.

The spray off of Niagara is particularly wet today.

Wonders is not responsible for loss of life or limb.

Yay lazy Sunday.

"Good afternoon," Lucas greeted his boss, hands deep in the pocket of his hoodie, trying to stay warm and confident.

I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT ICON!

"Hold on," Joanna said into her phone, "There's some child here."

She looked up at Lucas. "How many tickets?"

"I'll wait till you're done," he said, taking a step back. "I needed to talk to you, not buy tickets." He wondered if she didn't remember he was an employee.

Joanna frowned and brought the phone back up. "Don't bid more than five," she said. "If it goes higher than that, call me back." She pressed a button on the mobile phone and set it down.

"So?" she asked Lucas, quirking an eyebrow.

"I was hoping to find out how my work performance has been," Lucas started. "I really like working here and wondered if there were higher level positions available." Or just ones that paid better.

"Oh." He worked here?

"Can you, ah, walk over there and bring me one of those putters?" she asked, pointing to the rack of clubs behind him.

Lucas shrugged, "Sure, Ms. Stayton," and turned around. He didn't know what she needed a putter for but he wasn't going to ask. Lucas turned and bent down to pick one up before returning to the booth.

Ah, yes.

"Lucas, isn't it?" she asked, taking the putter from him and tossing it behind her in the booth.

"So why should I promote you?" There weren't any other positions to promote him to, but she could always invent one if he made a good case for himself.

It loves you back.

Seriously.

"I've managed to fix all the broken go karts, and I've kept up with maintenance on the holes in addition to my normal ticket selling duties," Lucas offered. "I'm really just hoping for a bigger role in the company, with pay to match."

Meaning he needed money. Desperately.

"It takes balls for someone as young as you to ask for a raise," Joanna said, musing it over.

"I could promote you to head mechanic," because it had a nice ring to it, "and pay you, say, a dollar more an hour?"

He was young. Certainly that was more than enough for a little extra beer money. Plus, he was cute, and cute boys brought in the customers.

That was exactly what he'd been hoping to hear. Minus the balls part.

"That would be great," Lucas grinned. "Would my new position possibly require me to work more hours?" He hoped he didn't sound too desperate.

"Of course it would," Joanna responded. After all, more hours open means more money made.

But still, she was curious. "Is there a particular reason you need this extra money?"

He wondered if telling her part of his medical drama might get him more money. What the hell, he had nothing to lose.

"Actually, I need it for my heart medicine." The irony of him having a heart condition was not lost on Lucas.

"Heart medicine? Aren't you a little young for something like that? Maybe you should cut back on all the burgers and fries."

She looked at him critically, wondering if this was all a lie.

"It's some genetic thing," Lucas explained, wishing he was too young for it. "My, uh, father has it, too."

"Uh huh," Joanna said, picking her phone back up. He was totally lying.

"You can pick up the Monday shift. Don't be late."

"Thanks, Ms. Stayton," it was a long shot getting more money, but Lucas was glad he'd been mostly successful. He turned to leave, giving her a nice view of his hip hugging jeans.

Joanna noticed.

"Lucas," she called out, "what is this drug you need?" After all, she owned a pharmaceutical company, didn't she?

She had to think about it.

Well, even if she didn't, she was sure someone she knew did.

Lucas paused and turned to face her again.

"Metoprolol," he said, surprised by the question. "Why?"

"Just curious," she said, writing the name of the drug down and picking up her phone.

"Monday! Don't be late."

She had phone calls to make.

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