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five-year employment contract was expiring. I also knew there would be additional responsibilities within the role that was created for me. All attractiveness and most likely genuine comments from Mr. Harrison aside, he does seem like a trusted resource to Mr. Greyson and a very polite and professional man. I will need to keep my focus on my responsibilities and show more respect for his experience and level of position within the organization.
    My inner trucker awakens and I can't help the remarks that run across my mind. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am going to enjoy looking at that splendid frame each morning at closing meetings, too. I am just going to do it from a distance, so his cologne doesn't gag me .
    I excuse myself to get ready for my presentation. I scold my inner child for getting distracted by the show of praise the gift and the fruity law man! With all the excitement, I had almost forgotten completely about it! I am thinking when this day is over I am going to require strawberry cheesecake ice cream after a loft visit and a hot shower…

Chapter THREE
    Hotel California
    Hadley-
    After stopping off at Home Depot for paint and other supplies, I had a brief consultation with Evan, my DIY consultant. He's 20 and a few months ago I bought him and his buddies a case of beer as payment when they helped me out with installing a new tub and shower in my master bath, obviously not realizing he was underage. I wondered why their eyes lit up like Christmas lights when I handed it over with two large pizzas! Evan looks older and is very knowledgeable about building and structural design. He is in his second year of college and his dad manages the store. He helped me carry my materials to the car. I now think I have everything I need and more to freshen up the vacant unit before the showing tomorrow evening. I went against Tyler's wishes and chose to do the work myself for all the necessary repairs. I also wanted to spruce up a few things prior to renting the unit out, considering this tenant was going to actually pay rent.
    After backing up my Tundra pickup to the front step of the empty unit, I climbed up in the back of the bed with my dress clothes still on and unpacked the supplies.
    Tyler strolls out, shaking his head and groaning, because he knows that he doesn't have the conscience to allow me to do all the work without volunteering to assist in the effort. He is always hounding me about taking time to kick my feet up. Needless to say, the loft space was custom-built on its own level above my second floor that has two more bedrooms. The master is on the main level. The only entrance to the roof and loft space is through my unit. He knows I dance for exercise purposes but not all the specific details or history. He feels like I do not take enough time for myself and I am always spending my time and effort on my career and other people's happiness. Tyler was adamant I could afford to hire out some assistance to perform the repairs. He tried to convince me that I would more than make back the investment with the influx of rental income I would be getting from the new lease. Especially considering its previous tenant, Shelby, didn't even pay any rent or utilities.
    Speaking of Shelby, a couple of weeks ago was her wedding reception. I was the honorary Matron of Honor. They eloped to the beach in a private ceremony last month. However, they had a big reception before leaving on their honeymoon. My kind of wedding. No ugly dress, bitchy bridesmaids or bridezillas. I never understood why people spent thousands of dollars on the wedding hoopla. In my mind if the marriage itself is good enough, who needs the overpriced ceremony? I wonder if there has ever been a study done on the longevity or happiness level of married couples based on the amount of money spent on the ceremony.
    I get the justification for having a big a reception--that part makes sense to me: party with friends and family to celebrate the blessed union. I