Her first and best yoga and meditation instructor, Deirdre Levy, used to say something to Hailey when she experienced a setback in her progress or hit a roadblock of some kind. “Remember, dear heart,” her mentor would tell her with a kind smile, “everything happens for a reason and a purpose, and it serves you.”
Hailey had never entirely bought the concept that everything happened for a particular reason—there was definitely bad, random shit out there in the universe that could smack you in the face and hurl you to the ground. This was brutally confirmed in Hailey’s mind when Deirdre died later that year of ovarian cancer at the absurdly young age of forty-two.
But she did like the concept of taking those random events, both good and bad, and figuring out how they could serve her. Whatever happened in California, it was up to Hailey to make it work. Not to make the best of it in the sense of submitting to a fate beyond one’s control, but rather to learn from whatever happened, to grow from it and take something good from it.
Finding out about The Compound from a dear friend in the scene, and then getting accepted for the training, had been both the best and most challenging experience of Hailey’s life.
Until now.
Somehow she had a feeling these next six months would prove even more of a challenge. But she would make it serve her. She would rise to the occasion. She would serve Master Ronan with all the passion and courage she possessed. And she would put that lingering thought of finding true love aside for now.
The flight attendant, a pleasant young man named Carlo, appeared carrying a tray loaded with fresh fruit, various cheeses, bread and crackers, plus two bottles of Perrier water, all of which he set on the table between their large, comfortable seats. “Some light refreshment for you,” he said with a professional smile. “We should be arriving in about two hours.”
He picked up the bottle of champagne that he’d left chilling in a bucket of ice on a side bar. “Would you care for some champagne?”
“I most certainly would,” George said enthusiastically. He turned to Hailey. “How about you?”
“I would love some.”
Carlo popped the cork and poured the sparkling wine into two crystal flutes. “Do let me know if there’s anything else,” he said, and then disappeared.
George lifted his hand in a toast, and Hailey clinked the edge of her glass to his. “To youth and money,” he said with a wink. “If I had either, I would make you my own.” He laughed, another big guffaw, and then downed his glass in one gulp.
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The Compound
The Compound Trilogy - Book 1
Claire Thompson
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