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from her office. He got out of his car, whistling, walked to the street corner and hit send on his phone…and waited.
     

 
    My dearest Millie,
                  May I call you that? Millicent seems so very ancient. While I can appreciate you sending that MLS listing to me, I am looking for something a bit younger and fresher. I like it really hot and appealing with nice edges to it. That is a bit too rough and old for me.  Almost dowdy? I really appreciate your concern, again, looking out for the client! That’s great! Let’s try a listing a bit younger, easier on the eyes, and go from there, shall we? Unless you have something really special you care to show me?
    Sincerely,
    Jacob
     
                   “OHHHHH, I am going to kill him!” Millie shrieked, flying out of her chair knocking it down. “OLD? ANCIENT?” she fumed. He truly hit a nerve this time. She was done today. She refused to respond. She walked over to the sink, got another paper cup full of water, took a sip and threw the entire thing in the trashcan angrily. Old! Dowdy! She was not old and dowdy and she sure as hell wasn't going to show him something special! She angrily grabbed her purse and stormed out the door for the day.
                  Danielle just sat back stunned at the display she had just seen from Millie. She desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, but didn't want to direct the fury she saw on Millie’s face in her direction. That last email must have really pushed a button, she thought, smiling.
     
     
     

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                  Jacob stood near the office awaiting the response to the email, grinning. He knew she was either going to reply with some retort, it wouldn't bother her or she would be upset at being called old. Most women got upset with being called ancient. He saw the door to her office nearly ripped off the hinges as Millicent threw it open in a rage, he decided she was like most of the women he had met: sensitive about her age.
                  He almost started laughing aloud, however, he also realized he was within earshot and that might not be a ‘healthy option’ for him to get caught laughing at her, judging by the look on her face. She looked down right pissed.
                  Millie stormed off to her car, opened the door and threw her purse at the passenger seat. It bounced on the glass and fell onto the floorboard. How dare he insinuate she was too old for him or too old in general? Her biological clock had been ticking for a while now, and thirty-six was not old, she was more than ready to settle down and start a family.  The only problem was that she wasn't ready to give up her business yet either.  She didn't see how she could put in the long hours with an infant at home. It was a tough choice but since she didn't have a boyfriend, fiancé, or husband, it wasn't even her choice at all. Work was the choice for now.
                  Millie started to put the keys in the ignition, hit the steering wheel with her fists a few times in a temper tantrum, and then put her face into her hands and began to cry. She wanted it all and had none of it, she felt. She needed time to compose herself and wasn't ready to pull out into traffic yet. 
                  Jacob was shocked and felt horribly guilty. He never intended to make her cry. Get her riled up, yes. Get her mad, sure! He got a kick out of seeing her slam her fists on the steering wheel, but when he saw her start crying? He was truly upset. He never meant to hurt her; just a few little barbs thrown back and forth in good sport?
                  Jacob backed away and stepped into the florist shop conveniently located not far from his location. He walked in, took one look at the young girl at the register and said, “I screwed up and made her cry. I need a quick fix, fast,” he said rushed and whipped out his credit card. He walked out one minute later