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be any threat to anyone.
    No, she had no friends here. Every one of them was out for themselves. They would make a grand show of support ing her, but she could count on every one of them to turn on her at the first opportunity. What had Evan been thinking making her in charge? Stu was inept, but better at dealing with these sharks than she. He was one of them; after all.
    “Get back to work .” Evan smiled as he twirled his bottled water. “We got a deadline, People. We got six months to impress Ambidor.”
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    Emily uploaded the artwork selected for the ad. She refused to give in to the daydreams that plagued her since returning to her office. She felt her breathing growing labored; the carnal images of her frolicking naked with Ambidor’s sexy representative playing havoc on her senses.
    Even a trip to the cafeteria on the first floor wasn’t an escape. She overheard women talking about Ian Sawyer. His blatant refusal of their many advances in the weeks since he arrived now dubbed him ‘Ian the Unattainable’.
    His air of being hard to get only fuelled the challenge he represented. While it pleased her to hear he wasn’t screwing every woman who threw themselves at him; she reasoned he wasn’t without options outside of Stone and Watterman. Why did she even care who Ian Sawyer was banging in his spare time? He was probably banging every hot woman in Sacramento, or the whole western seaboard, for that matter. Why did it matter to her? He’d never look twice at her, that much was true. Besides, it was highly inappropriate she think about men at all right now. Eddie wasn’t even cold in his grave and she was twitching for another man.
    Emily closed her eyes, unbidden images of Ian playing foremost when she needed to concentrate on the tasks at hand. She couldn’t help it. The minute she set eyes upon Ian Sawyer, she was lost in his bluer-than-blue eyes. She eyed her lunch in disgust.
    Joan sent her to work with leftovers of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and tons of gooey, brown gravy. Comfort food, she called it. Joan insisted it would get her through the first day back at work. Funny, her appetite diminished the minute she recognized her attraction to Ian Sawyer. And comfort? Who was she kidding? To know she couldn’t have him was made worse as the day wore on, seeing him pursued by every office girl within his golden radius.
    Tabitha was showing him her best assets now, leaning down over her desk to make sure he got a glimpse of Evan’s gift to her the previous year. The huge breast implants were snickered about when she went off work for a week with the flu and returned with them. As if none of them would notice she was three cup sizes bigger?
    Ian did his best not to stare, to his credit, but he was still a man. Who would fail to not read such a blatant invitation in those scented mounds? Tabitha lured Ian into her office with such obvious intent; none could keep from watching the pair in rapt interest. Knowing they were all watching seemed to delight Tabitha, warming to the knowledge she was the hottest woman in the office. She said something that made Ian laugh before he returned to his own office.
    Emily realized this obsession she was developing for Ian was unhealthy when she accomplished nothing the next hour but mental masturbation, growing irritated by the alarming sexual awareness as never before.
    She glared at her ragged, chipped nails, disgusted to see she hadn’t bothered to paint them to return to work. When was the last time she even shaved her bikini line the last six months? Did she still have a bikini line? She cringed to know African tribeswomen were better groomed than she. Tears filled her gaze to know she’d let herself go. Not a particularly vain woman; she’d never dwelled on her appearance before today, reminded she wasn’t up to par the instant she met Ian. What was it about sexual attraction that brought out such shallow observations?
    Emily knew her eyes were her best feature.