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excitement. She almost ran around to the other side of her desk and took a seat in the black leather chair.
    “You look good in it.” Kimberly grinned.
    “That is pretty much everything in a nutshell,” she told her. Kim held the door open and Angela got up and followed her back to her office. She sat in the leather chair opposite of Kimberly.
    Pulling out two files from a large cabinet against the wall, Kimberly said, “These will be your first two clients. This one will be worked on by both of us. Think of it as a little hand holding with the boss while you get adjusted to the routine.” She smiled and flipped open the folder. “This client, McAllister Stock Cars, needs a little more TLC than the rest. They spend a ridiculous amount of money with our agency during this time of the season. “The other is a smaller cosmetic firm called “Candy Cosmetics.” Kimberly slid the files towards her. “I have a memo in each file describing what needs to be done with each client accordingly for this coming week. You can take them back to your office and go through them,” she told her.
    Angela picked up the files and got up to head out the door. Just as she was about to leave Kimberly said. “Angela.”
    “Yes?” she turned towards her new boss.
    “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe and take one step at a time. We are all here to help you adjust.” Kimberly gave her a soft smile.
    “Thank you Kimberly, I really appreciate that.” Angela turned around and walked out the door closing it behind her.
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    Chapter 4
    Stretching back in her leather chair Angela looked out the paned window overlooking the City of Angels. Her thoughts and emotions were still all bound up together. Everything was happening so quickly and it overwhelmed her. She was snapped back to reality by the sound of her secretary saying, “Ms. Black,” and poking her head in the door. Marg looked like a school teacher with her mid-length graying hair and quiet demeanor. Her eyes held maturity and wisdom, Angela thought.
    “Yes, Marg. Come in, please.” Angela motioned her in. “Please call me Angela.”
    She stood up and Marg smiled at her and passed her a large binder. “Here is the procedure manual you requested. Did you need anything else before I leave for the day?”    
    “No, this is it. Thank you Marg. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Angela smiled at her and she glanced at the clock on the wall. Shit, she thought. It was already 5:20 pm and Joanne was meeting her downstairs in ten minutes to pick her up for supper. Throwing the binder into her brown leather satchel, she hurried downstairs to the lobby.
    Just as she reached for the lobby door it opened. Angela’s eyes trailed the muscular arm and hand that held it open for her. Simultaneously, she heard a familiar, deep husky voice say, “After you.” It was Steve.
    Angela turned and looked up into his face. How the hell did he know I worked here?
    “Thank you,” was all she said as she pushed past him and walked out of the building onto the sidewalk that ran along Wilshire Boulevard. She looked at her watch and saw that it said, five thirty-five. She looked up and down both sides of the street. Still no Joanne, just strangers walking past her in a hurry. No one made eye-contact or smiled. They all seemed to be in a hurry.
    “Meeting someone?”
    God, she loved that voice. But, what the hell is he doing here? “Yes, as a matter of fact I am, she said.” She had to hold her hand up to block out the sun, as she looked up at him.
    The sun reflected off his aviator sunglasses and his slick brown hair was neatly combed back. She tried not to stare but her eyes fell to his chest. She couldn’t help but notice his collar bone that looked like it had been chiseled to precision leading to the partial tattoo that made it half way up his neck. Even under his black suit jacket and white dress shirt she could see his upper body was ripped throughout.
    “What are you