| The continuing years of the Discovery Series storyline as the family gets ready for a big event. The family storyteller gathers up some photos and shares a perspective on the past. (including a "photo album" scrapbook) GSR/Yo!Bling/Etc. *Rated PG for Most Everyone. |
| LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY |
| Lindsey & Brian |
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| Talk about your fate, or your destiny, and that’s what you’ve got with me and Linds. How else could you explain a kid from Nova Scotia coming to the States for university and ending up interning at one of the biggest, most incredible hotel and casinos in the world, only to fall in love with this weird girl interning in the legal department because her grandfather runs the place? Has to be fate, or something a lot like it. Or… Sam Braun’s a much smarter man than anyone ever gave him credit for, and that’s saying a lot. I wasn’t hired by the old man, so I have to assume it was fate that brought me crashing into this little slip of girl with long blonde hair and an attitude ten times as long. Me and Lindsey, we started out as enemies. She hated me more than any guy working at the Rampart that summer. And the next summer. It was the summer after that when she decided I might not be so bad. I was working for the old man by that time. I was actually over at the Pike and an assistant manager. When I graduated from university, Sam said I had earned my stripes and he wanted to see what I could do. He gave me one year to improve the convention business at the Pike, and if I did he’d give me something bigger at the end. If I didn’t, he said I’d have trouble getting a job as a pit boss in this town when he was done. I wasn’t about to find out if the old man was kidding, so I got down to work. At the end of ten months, I was turning conventions away, because the schedule was so full at the Pike. Sam called over to the Pike and told them to send that funny talking kid to the Tangiers, where I was told to fix the entertainment bookings in under a year. It took me six months, but I had featured performers from all walks of life set up, and deals in the works for seven headliners over the next eight months. I never saw Sam, but he had his second put me on the casino floor at the Rampart next. Ben Riley told me I had three months to increase traffic on the floor and to bring in no fewer than two whales a week, or I was out. After two months, I’d gotten the floor to practically buzz with traffic, but I just couldn’t figure out how to get the whales into the casino. Lindsey and I had been dating for just over a year at that time and I told her I was worried I’d never live up to her grandfather’s demands. We had never talked business before then. She only worked as an intern for her grandfather out of respect for the man, but she wanted no part of the casino world. She was about to finish law school and she was looking at taking a job with the district attorney’s office. When I shared with her my concerns she cursed at me. Well, not at me, but she still cursed. She grabbed my hand and pulled me straight into her grandfather’s office at the Rampart where she proceeded to unload on the old man for being such a bastard to me. And Sam just laughed. The old man smiled for the first time I had ever seen, and he laughed. Sam walked across the room and put his hands on her shoulders when he told her exactly what he had been doing. He said to her, “I had to make sure the lousy Canuck was worth the time it was gonna take me to train him to take my spot.” I was floored. I had no idea what I was supposed to say to something like that. Then he touched the side of her face and confessed, “I figured if he was good enough for my granddaughter, then I should make damn sure he’s ready to handle the family business.” So, I never actually proposed to Lindsey. Her grandfather did it for me. Two weeks later, he told me to go out to Atlantic City to deal with a personnel problem, and then suggested that I fill up the corporate jet with the wedding party. We got married on the boardwalk with her parents and grandparents there. All the important decisions in my life have been made by my family. My father picked my name. My mother chose my education. A mouthy blonde girl guaranteed my career. Sam Braun gave me a wife. And now, my son picks out my cars, while my daughter picks out my clothes. The only thing I get to do on my own is run a national entertainment, gaming and lodging corporation, but everything else is out of my hands. |