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way about her.  
    “The guy was a douchebag.   Kept insisting on late nights at the office and drinks.   When he got the nerve up to put his hands on me and I cussed him good and proper.”   She balled up her fist and shook it in the air, “Fucking men!”
    “I see.   Did you bother to file a sexual harassment claim against him?” I asked after thanking the waitress for my food.
    “Please!”   She huffed.   “I was a legal assistant for five years.   I’ve seen what happens to the women who do file those claims.   No thank you.   It was better for me to tell him what a fuckwad he was and move on.   But honestly, I thought I’d be employed by now.”
    I wiped my mouth with a napkin.   “Is there anything in your history that keeps you from employment, like a criminal record or anything?”
    “No, I’ve worked too much to get into any trouble.   I have a few parking tickets, but I’ve always paid them.   You ask a lot of questions, you know.”   She took a big bite out of her sandwich.
    I held out my hand, “I’m Candy Kavana.”
    She shook my hand, “Olivia Bryant.   Nice to meet you.”
    I sipped at my coke gazing at her.   “Do you have a resume handy?   Maybe I can help.”
    “Normally I wouldn’t give my resume to a stranger, but why the hell not.”   She reached in her case and handed me her resume.
    It was impeccable.
    “How would you like to work for a woman?   I fired my assistant yesterday and quite honestly I’ve been interviewing candidates all day.   You’re the first person I’ve liked all day.   We’ll start on a 90 day probation and if it goes well from there, you’ll be on full-time.”
    She laughed at me like I had just said the most absurd thing she’d ever heard.
    “Are you shitting me?”
    “You can’t use that language in the office.”   Fighting a smile, I handed her my card.   “When we’re done eating, go to my office and tell them you need to go to Human Resources.   They’ll get your paperwork done.   I’ll show you around quickly and get you settled.   Fair enough?”
    She shrugged.   “It has to pay more than unemployment.”
    She was going to be pleasantly surprised.   Our assistants were paid quite well.
    I finished lunch and went to the office.   It didn’t take long for her to knock on my door, announcing her paperwork was in order.   I gave her a quick tour.
    “Ma’am, thank you so much.   I really couldn’t take one more rejection today.”   She looked as if she would tear up.
    “Look, my last assistant was surly, rude, and inept and I am pretty sure she spit in my coffee.   I kept her around for three years through all of that.   Just don’t fuck up and please, don’t spit in my coffee.”   I chuckled.   “Now, I hate to leave you, but I’m taking an afternoon off for the first time in years.   Think you can handle the phone?”
    She nodded and retreated to her new desk.
    I did a good deed and had an assistant.   It was time.   I took a cab and went to the salon.   Three hours and a couple of hundred dollars later, I looked fantastic.   My hair was now beautifully streaked with blonde highlights and I had the right makeup palette for my face.   My fingernails and toenails had never been so pretty.
    I stood outside my favorite martini bar puffing a smoke as I waited for Stacy.   I wasn’t sure whether the looks I was getting was because of my new look or because you couldn’t smoke anywhere in this goddamned city without people looking at you as if you had a loaded weapon pointed at them.
    A whistle caused me to snap my head.   Stacy was the whistler.
    “Damn girl!   You clean up nice!”   She laughed and hooked her arm in mine.
    We walked into the bar to find our favorite bartender already mixing my favorite martini.
    “Ms. Kavana, you look marvelous,” he said sliding the drinks to us.
    “Thank you, Enrique.”   My heart jumped a little.   He was the hottest bartender in the entire city,