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leather sofa. She watched with interest as the cocktail of white rum, Malibu, lemon juice, Coke and crushed ice was created. Her eyes drifting towards McPherson ’ s firm butt. "That was enjoyable this evening, wasn ’ t it? ” she said.
    "I feel great. How about you?" He enquired, joining her on the sofa.
    "I ’ m certainly more relaxed now, and tonight a message was left on my email from the department to say that the new encryption system appears to be shaping up nicely, although it ’ s still early days yet."
    "That ’ s great news," he said excitedly, lifting his glass. "Lets drink to it."
    Vicki took a long slug of the cocktail and pushed her head back into the soft leather. “ Mmmm that ’ s wonderful, what ’ s it called?"
    “ Heaven! ”
    Vicki laughed for the first time in days and the cocktail was helping to relax her overworked body. "If I have another day like today, I think I ’ ll top myself. ”
    "I felt sorry for you in the meeting."
    "Let ’ s just hope things improve from now on."
    For a few moments they remained silent. Then, with hesitation in her voice, she asked him the question he ’ d been half expecting. "I know it ’ s your private business and perhaps I shouldn ’ t ask but … . Are you okay?" McPherson knew exactly what she meant.
    "I guess you ’ re referring to my break up with Amanda?"
    "I ’ m sorry, Please don ’ t think that I ’ m prying."
    "No, no, it ’ s okay," he said. "I haven ’ t talked about it to anyone and maybe I should get it off my chest."
    "You can talk to me if you want to."Deep in thought he just stared into the glass he was clutching with both hands. Their break up was now common knowledge within the project team.
    "I want to talk about it to you, ” he finally responded. In his heart though he was deeply sad and he missed Amanda more than he ever realised was possible. For the first time in four weeks he was ready to talk to someone else about his personal problems.
    Still looking into his drink McPherson started to talk in a slow, controlled manner. "You see Vicki, when it comes down to it, a relationship has to be worked at on a continuous basis. You know what I mean? ” he said, looking at her.
    "I ’ m not sure I ’ m qualified to answer that, but yes I ’ m sure you ’ re right."
    "What happened was primarily my fault. I can see it now, but now it ’ s too late. Amanda loved me once, as I loved her. If I ’ m honest with myself I guess I still love her. The morning of my first interview here in Houston she told me she was leaving me for another man. She was crying, as if she was doing something that she really didn ’ t want to do. I know that sounds stupid. You see, Amanda took all the shit I dished out over the years … The late nights at work … the tiredness … the thoughtlessness." He looked at Vicki and she smiled back sympathetically.
    "God, the times I ’ ve forgotten our anniversary or her birthday. ” Tears filled McPherson ’ s eyes but he tried desperately to fight his emotions … “ Complacency. ”
    “… In the end I guess she found what she was looking for in someone else," Vicki tentatively suggested.
    "Yeah, attention , I suppose — Someone to love her, but, more importantly, to be with her. Someone who she felt wanted her more than anything."
    "Do you have any children, Rob?"
    "No, Amanda couldn ’ t have any. We knew that before we got involved though. I guess that ’ s why we never got married. She was always very honest with me, that was her way — until. ” McPherson stopped talking and took a long drink.
    "Are you sure there is no way to patch this up?" asked Vicki, offering her hand to McPherson as a gesture of support.
    "No not now, there ’ s no way," he replied, ignoring her hand. "Amanda told me that she had fallen in love with this guy from New York. How she met him I don ’ t know and I don ’ t want to know either. ” McPherson's voice became emotional for the first time. “ She said that