Beyond the gathering storm

Summary: "Is something troubling you?" Henry Delaney's head swiveled toward his father. Wynn, and his mouth opened to make a quick denial. But as his dark eyes met the intense blue of those of the man who sat before the open fire, he closed his mouth without a word being uttered. His father asked, "Is it something to do with the Force?" The younger man heaved a deep sigh. How cjould he answer that? It wasn't, yet in a way it was. The husky at his father's feet stirred restlessly, the animal looking from one to the other as though waiting for the answer too. "Sometimes I hate the Force," Henry muttered and the stiffened, his face flushing quiltily...."I am Christine Delaney," she said in a surprisingly even voice. "I have an appointment, an interview for a job." Mr Kingsley closed the file. She felt her heart sink. He had not given her a fair chance. Had barely read anything written there."Hand this to the receptionist on your way out," he said briskly. "You start Monday morning. Eight o'clock sharp. She'll fill you in on the details.." Christine had the job...

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