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and you need to let me. Think it
over; if you're still keen tomorrow we'll talk."

CHAPTER
SIX
    For the first time in weeks, the waiting room was
finally empty. Since day one of our opening week, we’d been flat
out; in fact our opening week had been so successful it'd somehow
lasted for the last three weeks.
    We'd managed to
pull in new business and walk-ins as well as all of us bringing in
existing clients for work on their current designs. Spider had
barely come up for breath and was definitely proving to be the star
attraction, though Joe too had what seemed like an unending list of
clients. We were all exhausted, that much was plain to see, but I
couldn't let the occasion go unmarked.
    "Guys, are we
all free to head out for a celebratory bite to eat after we close?"
I called from my office. A chorus of replies came readily; these
guys would never pass up a free meal. But I didn't hear from Inta,
the one person I desperately wanted to say yes.
    Watching her
working over the past couple weeks had been a lesson for me. She
was more precise and articulate with her designs than anyone else
I'd worked with but with that came an intense pressure that she
placed on herself. She was the epitome of a perfectionist; she
could produce amazing ideas and execute them perfectly yet there
was always something just under the surface that seemed to
disappoint her. It was incredible to work with someone so innately
creative but at the same time, it was overwhelmingly intense just
working next to her, god only knows how she coped under the
truckload of pressure she put on herself.
    "Inta? You
coming?" I shouted without looking up from the paperwork I was
working on.
    "I'm just here
Dominic, no need to shout" she replied sarcastically from my
doorway.
    "Miss Inta…
what have I done to be blessed with your presence in my office?" I
said, leaning back in my chair and taking her in.
    "Tonight, going
out… I, I don't know if that's a good idea" she replied with
uncertainty.
    "Really, and
why's that?" I questioned back playfully though I was kind of
inclined to agree that after our late night meeting last week the
opportunity of being with her outside of the studio and in neutral
territory seemed fraught with danger. At least here, I could remind
myself that she was out bounds. Until she gave me the go-ahead on
moving to the next level, I had to respect our professional
boundaries, whether I liked it or not.
    It'd been days
since our text exchange and if I was completely honest, I was
nervous she'd changed her mind and decided against pursuing a
relationship. Right now, understanding what she wanted and knowing
what a relationship between us could become; I was clinging
hopelessly to the tiny semblance of control that I could still
muster.
    "You should go,
celebrate with the guys but you know how people talk Dominic; one
girl, four guys—it's hardly a good look on my part" she
replied.
    "I don't give a
toss what other people think, Inta, do you? Are you trying to avoid
me?"
    "No. It's not
that" she replied, with a slight shake in her voice.
    "Then what is
it? I've been waiting almost all week to hear your reply. Been
waiting to find out if you were serious about your text or—" I
trailed off, too scared to actually admit out loud that this thing
between us may not happen.
    "I'm sorry
Dominic, I think I'm scared that's all".
    "Of me? Because
of the other night?"
    "No, of course
not; you made me feel alive the other night; I haven't felt that
way in so long"
    "Then what
Inta? I don't understand why you're holding back from something you
know you want."
    "I'm scared of
giving up who I am" she spat out
    "You think I'd
want you to change who you are, what you stand for? That's not what
this is about Inta. In fact, quite the opposite—I want you the way
you are, exactly the way you are. But you've got some serious
intensity going on, give yourself a break Inta, you're too hard on
yourself—stop over thinking everything and relax".
    "You don't