“Your son is Daniel Parker?”
She smiled.
“Yes.”
I sat back in stunned silence.
Daniel Parker.
Every marketer within a hundred miles knew that name.
Not because it belonged to some celebrity type.
Because he had a reputation for building smart campaigns, treating people decently, and turning raw talent into serious careers.
I had read interviews with him.
Watched clips from conference panels online late at night after the girls were asleep.
Used one of his old talks as inspiration when I trained a new hire last year.
And now his mother was sitting in my old office lobby telling me he wanted to meet me.
I rubbed both hands over my face.
“This doesn’t feel real.”
Evelyn’s expression softened.
“Sometimes reality changes faster than our hearts can catch up.”
I laughed under my breath.
“That sounds like something my wife would say.”
“Then I suspect your wife is a sensible woman.”
