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heaved herself out of the water. “You can give it back to me tomorrow. I'm here most evenings.” She tiptoed along the poolside to a group of plastic chairs and shook out an enormous navy-blue towel. Then she turned and strode across the lawn toward the far building.
    So that's why they hadn't come across each other before, in the elevator or in the parking garage, Georgina thought. Andy lived in the other block on the opposite side of the pool.
    "Hey, Andy,” Georgina called out after her. “I'm from England. That's why I talk funny."
    A slim arm shot out from the bundle of navy blue and rose high up in the air for a parting wave, but the child didn't turn around.
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Chapter Three
    Georgina sat at her office desk, staring at the pad in front of her, admiring the ornate doodles that covered the entire page. Simon from Compliance had just been on the phone, prattling on for fifteen minutes to say something very simple. Georgina understood why he'd taken so long, since it was never easy to admit to being a shit, which was essentially what Simon had called to do.
    Jefferson Myers, the Head of Compliance based in London, had received a copy of the Suspicious Activity Report that Georgina had insisted upon filing. He'd congratulated Simon on his diligence. In a typical male manner, Simon and David Pearlman, the section head who was Simon's boss, had colluded to take the merit.
    We thought it would be better to keep your name out of it, Simon explained over the telephone. Departmental segregation of responsibilities and all that . Georgina listened with gritted teeth. She was no good at office politics, which meant that to have got to where she was, and to stay there, she had to be twice as good at her job. She let out a defeated sigh as she put the phone down.
    At least she finally had a few moments to herself. She discarded the pen she'd used for doodling and picked up a yellow Papermate pencil. She twisted out the lead and turned over a clean page on her pad.
    Reaching across the desk, she pressed a button on the intercom. “Annie, could you make sure nobody comes in without buzzing me first. I'm going to have some confidential papers spread out on my desk."
    "You've got it,” Annabel's voice crackled over the intercom.
    "Thanks. Let me know when you're leaving."
    "Will do."
    Georgina pressed the button to cut off the speaker and pulled the pad closer. She printed ‘Project Seduction’ in neat block letters at the top of the page, and then swept the room with a nervous glance. Fortunately her office wasn't one of those goldfish bowls, and on the tenth floor there was no need to worry about anyone peeking in through the windows.
    Assured of privacy, Georgina shifted her attention back to the notepad. She drew a little circle. Then she drew a horizontal line that measured a couple of inches. At the end of the line, she drew another circle. Then she added another short line, and another circle. By the time she finished, she had two sets of circles connected with lines.
    The first line was the deliverables and the associated weekly deadlines.
    Flirting.
    A date.
    Kissing.
    Making out.
    Sleeping together.
    She underlined ‘sleeping’ to emphasize it was meant literally. She intended to be encased in a sturdy nightgown.
    Nudity.
    Sex.
    That was the last entry. Georgina counted the weeks and realized with horror that she had set herself the task of having sex with Rick Matisse in only seven weeks from now. In a flurry of panic, she rubbed out the last three milestones and wrote them further to the right, inserting ‘flowers’ in between ‘making out’ and ‘sleeping together'.
    That was better. It added a challenge. The other milestones simply required Rick Matisse to accept what was dished out in front of him. Flowers required some initiative from his part.
    Georgina read through the list once more. Her heart pounded, and she hadn't even done anything yet. All she had done was write down a few