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his head, “All covered."
    "Excellent." I nod appreciatively. I have given
Scott a lot of autonomy and it makes my job a lot easier. He is intelligent,
organized, a whiz with numbers, a speed reader, has a photographic memory like
myself, is street smart, knows everyone and everyone knows him, and he is
highly, deductively intuitive. It's almost like it's a paranormal thing.
    Taking a sip of tea, Scott leaves and I get down to work
with my stack of files. Mostly just signatures required but I always read
everything I sign. Vampires eat and drink as humans do but it does nothing for
us except makes us blend in and gives us something to do. Plus the taste of
certain things, of course. We aren't dead, or undead, as legend has it. We are
merely paranormal creatures who have been transformed into a higher state of
being.
    Another knock interrupts me. Looking up, I see Devon stroll
in.  He looks so good in his pinstripe Armani suit. A big smile crosses my
face.
    "Thank fuck,” I say throwing down my pen. "I'm
bored senseless. Tell me you have something other than work for me."
    He raises his eyebrow at me. "You are just insatiable
right now, aren't you?" he asks quietly.
    I smile and slowly and seductively lean back in my chair. He
walks forward and around to my side of the desk and perches himself on the
edge. My breath hitches as he leans forward trailing his hand up my thigh to
the hem of my too-short-to-be appropriate-for-work-but-I-don't-give-a-shit
skirt.
    "We have a meeting with Geoff," he whispers and
pulls away with a wicked laugh.
    Crap, I had forgotten. Well touché Mr. Savant, nicely played
for the elevator.
    "I know," I snap, "I just lost track of
time." Which is actually true, I realize, when I look at the clock.
    "Sure you did," he says easily and I swat him as
we exit my office for the elevator, laughing.
    Scott looks up at us, knowingly but says nothing and goes
back to his work.
     
    Geoff runs the accounting department on the 30th floor. It's
actually listed as a separate company with me and Devon having equally
controlling shares. Geoff Rankin is, unfortunately, the CEO and an unpleasant
man who thinks women should be at home, not at work--and certainly not the CEO
of a global empire. Admittedly, I am surplus to requirements at this meeting.
As CFO it's Devon’s job, not mine, but he loves to piss Geoff off so he always
drags me off to this bore-fest.
    After some hearty handshaking from the men and frosty
greetings from him and me, they get down to business. I tune out, sipping my
tea his assistant has handed me.
    My thoughts turn to my date on Friday. Mentally sifting
through my closet wondering what to wear, I hear Devon clearing his throat. I
focus and see both of them staring at me, Devon with a faint smile tugging at
his lips and Geoff with a smugness about his countenance that I'd like to punch
off his stupid face.
    "Liv," Devon says, taking pity on me, "Geoff
wants to know what your thoughts are on the M & A of Reilly Real
Estate."
    Ha, I'll show him, I think, before I launch into my
”thoughts.”
    Don't get me wrong: I am good at my job. Damn good. I've
been around the block a few hundred times and there are few things I don't know
about. About anything. As previously mentioned, I have a photographic memory,
something I had as a human--not that it did me any good back then--and a
thousand years of learning at the best universities in the world has made me a
very smart girl.
    I sit back with a confident smile, trying not to laugh at
the astonished look on smug Geoff's face and I see Devon out of the corner of
my eye hiding his proud smile behind his hand. I always find it quite amusing
when Devon feels proud of me. It is supposed to be the other way around. And I
am. I am so proud of him and everything he has achieved over the years but he
isn’t really supposed to feel the same way about me, at least not in the way
that he does. I am his mentor, his teacher. This is another clear sign that our
bond