I just accidentally walked into some executive's office... I thought.

I had taken the morning off and it wasn't till noon when I got to the clinic. I got off the elevator by rote, said hi to Janeanne who appeared in the greatest mood at her desk, and walked into my office--

Or...

What was once my office. I was standing in the most extravagant, sleek, sumptuous office at the clinic. Black leather sofas, a stunning antique oak desk from some castle in England, new rugs, live orchids, a fish tank with thousands of dollars of saltwater fish... and a wet bar! My trunk, my childhood trunk was still where it had always been, but that was all that remained of my simple, thrifty office from the day before.

I was in complete shock.

"What do you think?" Janeanne asked me. "Some guys came in late last night apparently and installed all of this. Look at that silver desk set--it's from Tiffany's. I can see myself in that platter--what do you put in there, nuts? Look at all this! And I know these prints--they cost $2900 each. Originals. So what gives? Did Jackie O. leave you a little somethin' special? Seriously, you wouldn't mind if I moved in here, would you?"

The phone rang. Janeanne picked up the new cordless on the desk, and handed it to me.

"Eric? Granville here. Did everything get there okay? I told them to be careful with that blown glass."

"Dr. Granville---uh, I don't know what to say--except thank you very much."

Granville chuckled, "Do you like the new digs? I thought I would pick up a couple of things for your office, and next thing I knew...."

"It is just incredible," I said.

"Well, you're doing an incredible job for us Eric and I think that deserves something special. Hey, have you looked in the desk drawer?"

I looked and there was a platinum American Express Corporate card with my name on it!

"Eric, you are one of my best men, one of the biggest assets to this company, and I think it's time you were able to enjoy the fruits of all that work. Now that thing has a limit of $10,000. I want you to spend it on whatever you want. Trips, clothes, dinners, whatever. Hell, I never know what to get anybody, so I thought you could do the shopping for me. And maybe Rebecca could help you pick out a few things...."

Rebecca, I thought. What was this was about? What was going on here? Was I some sort of hired escort? How much was my talent and how much was the fact that I was dating his daughter? Of course, I couldn't ask him that.

"Cat got your tongue, eh? Well listen, I'm going let you get settled in. Maybe you want to go get a drink later?"

"Uh...absolutely. And I can't thank you enough, Dr. Granville."

"Hamilton, Eric. Call me Hamilton."

I sat in my new leather sofa with a sparkling water from the new wet bar, trying to figure out what to make of all of this. What did Rebecca tell her father about me, what I was doing with my relationship, and how I was going to spend $10,000?

I had a lot to think about.