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women's intuition was, in fact, a thing.  I was in the same room where I last saw Longboard.  And I was feeling him.  My best guess was that Longboard had just showed up.  I felt like hiding in the conference room but that was unprofessional.  I left the conference room and walked back down the hall to my quad.  I saw the light was on in Longboard's office.  Only one way that happened.  Longboard was in.  I didn't want to make eye contact.  But we had to see each other eventually.  I kept the task at hand front and center.  Our front desk secretary, Romy, was just bringing the mail up from downstairs. 
                  "Hey Romy, have you seen Malia?" 
                  "Not yet," said Romy.
                  "She should be here by now.  She's supposed to open today."
                  "Try her cell," said Romy.
                  "Good call."  I went back to my quad and dialed Malia on my cell. 
                  "Where are you?"
                  "I'm downstairs in the lobby," said Malia.
                  "Why?"
                  "Hank told me to come down and escort the committee members up," said Malia.  Hank was Longboard's name, Henry "Hank" Kiewei.
                  "Ok.  Can you go ahead and text me when they arrive?  I'm going to set up your part first."
                  "Great, thanks," said Malia before hanging up.              Malia was too much of a yes-chick for me.  She always tried to get everyone to like her.  Even though we were about the same age, my experience told me it was a failed strategy.  Maybe it was that she seemed to be making it work that made me hot under the collar.  That, and the fact that she was almost pure Hawaiian and could get that golden brown that I couldn't.  I couldn't get the perfect tan without fillers to help me cross the valley that I couldn't cross naturally.  My mom was Hawaiian and Chinese mix and my dad was Japanese and Slovenian.  So I got a lot of the pale skin from the Japanese/Slovenian side and the flat chest from the Asian blood on both sides.  Pale skin and unbent bikini tops didn't look right on any beach but especially in Hawaii.  Malia's skin was naturally golden and when she sunned it up, it got that perfect golden brown.  The most I could manage was olive skin.  I had to put on tanning oil to do real damage.  And Malia and I probably had the same cup size but Malia was au naturel .  Camille, on the other hand, was fake as fuck.  She was about 5'1" and a buck-ten soaking wet, yet she had these plush-looking DDs popping out from under her blouse.  She was a Cali-girl.  We kept it a bit more subtle in Hawaii but I guess she had that to learn.  She was only twenty-two years old.
                  As I walked back toward the conference room I saw her.
                  "Hey Camille, good job on the conference room."
                  "Thanks," said Camille.  I figured it was time to put on my Big Girl Pants and go to Longboard's office to let him know we were all set.  The door was open so I gave it two knocks to get his attention.  He looked up.  That was it.  No verbal recognition.  No hey.
                  "We're all set in the conference room."
                  "Thank you," said Longboard.  He looked back down at his laptop, like that was all he needed from me.  I didn't like it.  I don't know why.  Maybe I wanted him to need something from me or I felt he was working hard to play everything off.  But he ran a big company that he had built over the course of almost twenty years.  I'm sure a first time booty call wouldn't change twenty years-worth of fight.  He wouldn't let a night of cutting loose disturb the normal flow of business.  I decided it was a mature reaction from both of us, so I got back to business.  I went back to my quad to