Persistent Heart

Excerpt: "e;I guarantee you, that within ten years I'll be our department's president!"e; David's tone brooked no argument."e;I'm sure the score of hopefuls in line ahead of you, would beg to differ,"e; his friend and co-worker remarked. Age had mellowed his deep baritone.The elevator door opened on the fifth floor housing the cafeteria, and Debbie entered. Chin-length mousy brown hair framed her ...