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want to be honest. This chat is done .   I’m a busy woman and
have no time to waste playing games useless games.

 
    HRCFRM: - I would say I’m impressed, but You’re a smart woman, and I expected you to figure this out
quickly; however, I did find this entire conversation amusing.   Games are fun Lillian.   Mutually beneficial.
    -Glad to bring you some entertainment. I think you’re more like a scared little man, games are for
children.   On that
note. Enjoy the rest of your day.

 
    HRCFRM:-You definitely intrigue me Lillian.   Feisty, I like that, before I let you out of
this chat, had it been me you were on top of, I can promise you that your need
would have been handled immediately.   I’m skilled at knowing what a woman wants and how she wants
it. Nor am I a little man.
    -Well, obviously your ego is extraordinarily large. I doubt you’re my type. I’m more than
capable of having my needs handled on my own.

 
    HRCFRM: - doubtful Lillian, I think I’m you’re your type more than you realize.   Perhaps, I’m too much for you to handle.
    Wow, ego check!   I can’t believe this
man!
    -ok you need an ego check.   I’ve yet to come across a man to be true to
that point.   You clearly don’t know me very well as you wouldn’t be making such
statements.   I’m sure by tomorrow my needs will be handled to my satisfaction. Enjoy the rest of
your day.

 
    I closed down the computer fully noticing the time.   Whoever this person was, they were certainly
an ass.
    Happy hour seemed like such a fabulous idea right now.
    On time, my phone buzzed.
    The test message from Sam:

 
    “Pickles at the circle in about an hour?”

 
    Reply:
    “Sounds good.   Leaving now.”

 
    I gathered my belongings and headed for the elevators.
    After a few minutes, the doors opened, and I walked in to be assaulted with that cologne again.
    Hmm, someone around here had excellent taste in cologne.
    Turning, I noticed the man that Sam seemed downright taken
with race for the doors. I stuck my hand out to hold the elevator. Stepping in
he nodded.
    I offered a smiled to be polite.
    “Appreciated” he replied as he straightened his suit.
    He had an English accent… Shit, I
bet he’s one of the new owners. But then again, there were many new staff
members with accents.
    “You’re welcome.   I
know from experience that the wait can be frustrating.” Smiling I looked away
quickly.   The deeper meaning, laced my
statement, more of a vocal frustration I was currently
trapped in.   My nervous were
peaked. Crap!
    He turned to me and cocked his head.
    “You’re Lillian…Foster’s Junior Editor?”   His voice sound amused?
    Hmmm, he knew my name…I wasn’t sure how or why he would know it, but he did. Oddly, I don’t think I had ever heard anyone call Mr. Leiber by his first name.
    “Sure, we can say that.” Pausing I faked a clearing of my
throat and whispered “More like his assistant with a nice title”
    He scrunched his brows tight in thought and pulled his lips
tight.
    Oh shit…I shook my head. I think he heard me. Hold up…his
voice…oh double shit, recognition had my turning red, the basement?
    “Are you not satisfied with your current position?” He
grinned like there was something hidden in his question.
    Turning to face him, I slighted my head “Is anyone ever
satisfied with their position?” I pulled a croaked grin, my memory of
straddling his body flashed before me and my body responded, fuck the ached
between my legs roared through my body.
    “Well played, and a particularly compelling point if I may
add”, he grinned once more.
    “The question was rhetorical and not actually a point to be
made. That’s more of a fact of life” smiling I turned back to the elevator
doors.
    Where in the world did this brassiness come from on my
part? Shit…Shit…Shit! Not good potential new owner and I just insulted my title
and possibly my boss. I was fucked no recovery from that.
    “Well, he