Something About You. Bridget Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ the session as the professor peered along the back row and spotted Miles. He smiled. Miles smiled in return, happy to see his old friend. The professor made his way along the wall through the crowd.

      Abraham reached out his hand. “Miles Daniel Parker, so happy to see you.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the applause going on around the room.

      Miles pushed away from the wall and clasped the professor’s hand in a firm handshake. “Yes, sir, it’s good to see you, too. And thank you for the invitation.” Everyone around them was getting up and moving. Miles realized now that he’d missed the pretty young lady’s name.

      “No, thank you for making room in your busy schedule for our conference. I haven’t seen you in quite a while, so congratulations on your retirement from the Chicago Cubs.”

      “Thank you, but I didn’t really have a choice. A bad shoulder and a torn ACL is career ending. But after ten great seasons, I’m not complaining.”

      “Then it’s good you were able to put that business degree to good use. The local media keeps up with your accomplishments. You’ve really made a name for yourself in the fight against hunger. Makes me proud!”

      “Thank you, sir. We’re doing what we can with the help of organizations all over the world. I’m always interested in learning about new opportunities springing up in the farming industry. You never know what approach is going to have the most impact.”

      Brandon cleared his throat.

      “Oh, I’m sorry.” Miles turned to Brandon. “Let me introduce you to my younger brother, Brandon Parker.”

      The professor shook Brandon’s hand. “Guess I don’t have to tell you what a big deal your brother is around here. Two-time All-American Mr. Baseball, and the pride of UK.”

      Brandon held his chin high and pulled his shoulders back. “Yes, sir, I know. He’s made the family proud.”

      Brandon hadn’t played sports in high school. His popularity had come from riding his brother’s coattails. Where Miles went, Brandon wanted to go. Miles ran his hand across Brandon’s red fro-hawk, which normally freaked him out, but today he merely smiled.

      Several people spoke to Miles as they passed. A few reached out to shake his hand and let him know they were big fans. He acknowledged all of them. Visiting the UK campus was always a morale booster. He’d given a lot to the school when he was there, so it felt good to know people hadn’t forgotten him.

      “So, what’s this I hear about you doing some business in the area?” the professor asked.

      Miles crossed his arms. “Yes, we’re in the process of expanding, so I’m looking for land now. Not right here in Lexington, though. I had something a little more rural in mind.”

      The professor smiled. “You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.”

      “Yes, sir,” Miles replied with an even bigger smile, not ashamed of his country roots.

      The professor looked back over his shoulder before glancing down at his watch.

      Miles looked in the same direction, wondering what had happened to the pretty young lady who’d graced the stage earlier.

      “I was looking for a former student of mine. She has a very impressive nonprofit aimed at educating the public about organic foods. I know that’s not your area of expertise, but I’d like to introduce you to her.”

      Miles’s eyes widened as a flutter of hopefulness passed through them. “Was she on the stage earlier?” he asked.

      “Yes, she was.”

      “I heard most of her presentation. I’d be happy to meet her. She’s very passionate about her program.”

      “She is. Her name’s Kyla Coleman, she’s in our PhD program and her nonprofit is part of her dissertation. It’s an amazing program and a huge undertaking. You two have something in common.”

      “Oh, yeah, what’s that?”

      “The desire to end world hunger on your own terms.”

      Miles quirked an eyebrow and smiled at the professor. “In that case, I need to make sure I meet this young lady.”

      * * *

      Five minutes later, Miles and Brandon made their way down the hall to the conference room where Miles was scheduled to speak.

      After reading Miles’s bio, the moderator welcomed him on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the president of Parker Edmunds Foods, Mr. Miles Parker.”

      Humbled by the introduction and the round of applause, Miles felt overwhelmed in a good way. As he stepped to the podium, the moderator stepped back. This was the first time Miles had been back to his alma mater to speak, but he hoped it wouldn’t be the last time.

      In the thirty minutes Miles spoke, he briefly explained how Parker Edmunds Foods was making a difference in the lives of hungry people all over the world. He spouted a few statistics he knew would impress the crowd before letting them know his company was expanding, and bringing jobs to the area. He was also open to new ideas and approaches in the fight to end hunger. After his presentation, he took questions from the audience, who were gratifyingly aware of his company and their accomplishments.

      Once his forty-five minutes were up, Miles left the stage to another round of applause. The crowd now wanted autographs. He signed numerous ones before being rescued by Professor Abraham and pulled toward the pretty ballerina he’d spotted earlier.

      Up close, she was more beautiful than he thought. Her brown skin was smooth and flawless, devoid of heavy makeup. Her natural beauty piqued his interest—as well as his loins.

      “Miles, I’d like for you to meet one of my most promising students, Ms. Kyla Coleman.”

      Miles’s chest expanded as he grinned and offered his hand, wrapping it around her elegant slender fingers. “Hello, Ms. Coleman, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her grip was firm.

      “Nice to meet you, as well,” she said with a pleasant smile.

      “I was in the back of the room during your presentation, and I was impressed. You really have a passion for organic farming.”

      She smiled again, and it set off a fluttery feeling in his stomach that he wasn’t used to.

      “Yes, I do. You might say it’s my life. I found your presentation...interesting, too. Although I’m not actually sold on the benefits of tinkering with the genetic basis of the world’s food supply, I appreciate what you’re trying to do.”

      For a brief moment Miles was taken aback, but he quickly recovered and smiled as the professor did the same and stroked his beard.

      “That’s not all we do at Parker Edmunds. We’re a relatively young company being introduced to new approaches in farming all the time.”

      “But is what you produce beneficial for the community or the environment?” Kyla asked, as she crossed her arms and took on a challenging stance.

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