BunBun [NOOK Book]

Intro: As the only child of two very industrious entrepreneurs who started businesses during the early dot-com years, Trent Johnson is a lucky man. He owns his own apartment, his own business, and is surrounded by very loyal and trustworthy employees. When his parents move to Mumbai, India, to expand their businesses, Trent feels more alone than he ever has. Dating is fun, but Trent is no longer a man in his twenties. He wouldn’t mind settling down with that special someone. Where he will find that special someone remains a mystery to Trent, until one very special and unexpected night. Excerpt: Trent poured a cup of coffee for himself and sat down in the living room. Trent was in no way a snob, even though his apartment was paid for and he owned his own business. He was simply the only offspring of two parents who had made it big in the early dot-com years and had managed to invest their money wisely. Now they owned companies all over the world, and had recently moved to India to open one in Mumbai. Trent was only in his early thirties, and was living a pretty sweet life for a man of his years, in a very nice, very expensive, very spacious apartment in this affluent section of San Francisco. He couldn’t fault his parents any for all they had given him. They had been very good to him. It was their entrepreneurial spirit and hard work that had allowed him to attend Stanford University, and because of their never ending belief in what others considered the impossible, Trent’s parents had made the American dream a reality for more people than Trent could remember. Trent’s father had loved games and had taken that love into the evolving computer age when Trent was a young boy, and now Trent’s father was owner of the San Francisco based TJ Enterprises, with companies worldwide. Trent stared out the window as he thought of his parents. TJ stood for Thomas Johnson, which was his father’s name, but his dad had thought TJ sounded younger and would attract younger talent to his businesses. “TJ sounds much more marketable, don’t you think, son?” he had asked Trent. Thomas Johnson was always thinking ahead. That was for sure. Trent’s mother, Jane, was a fashion designer, who had the curiosity and ingenuity that equaled her husband’s, and together the two of them had created an interactive way to design that was slowly revolutionizing the entire fashion industry. ***** Trent walked into his apartment to the sound of the telephone ringing. He hurried to answer it, thinking that everyone he knew would call him on his cell phone. “Hello,” he said, in a hurried tone. “Is this Mr. Johnson?” a very young girl’s voice asked. “Yes, this is Trent Johnson,” he said slowly. “Um, my daddy is sick, and he said to call you,” the sweet voice said. Trent thought that the girl must have dialed his number by mistake. “Are you sure you have the right Mr. Johnson?” “Um, I think so. Can you help my daddy?” Wanting to do whatever he could for such a sweet sounding girl, Trent replied, “I will certainly try. What is your daddy’s name?” “Troy Landis,” she said. Trent almost dropped the phone. He had known Troy for awhile now and he had never mentioned a daughter. Trent knew he had to say something, anything. He could hear the little girl breathing on the other end. “Yes, honey, I can help your daddy. Is he there with you, at home?” “Uh, huh,” she said. “What is your name, sweetheart?” “Victoria,” she said, with all the sweetness of a young girl. “I’ll be right there. Tell your daddy I’m on my way.” “Okay,” she said, and hung up the phone. Trent rushed to get himself ready. He quickly fed Marshmallow and Tootle, and then hurried out the door. Troy lived well within walking distance, and Trent jogged most of the way. He knocked on the door of Troy’s house. “Victoria, it’s Trent Johnson,” he said. The door opened, and Trent saw a little girl with the face of an angel. Victoria’s eyes were almost as big as the rest of her. “Hi, Victoria,” Trent said, squatting down so that he was at eye level with the young girl. He held out his hand. “Can you take me to your daddy?” She said nothing, but took Trent’s hand in hers. Trent closed and locked the door behind him.