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amazing feelings and sensations. I had always liked rough sex. I had had my own long list of nameless, hot boy-toys I used, from time to time, to fulfill my needs. I had never cared for the vanilla sort of sex so I had never expected to be excited merely thinking about the female softness of Cindy’s perfect body. I was also intrigued by what I then thought had been a vision of her standing by the door.
    “ What is wrong with me?”
    Unfortunately, I d idn’t have much time left to deal with all that so I jumped off the bed, took a quick shower and returned to the office. Whatever had happened in that hotel room seemed irrelevant because I got the satisfaction I had been craving.
    “I’ll think about it tomorrow ,” I said to myself much like Scarlett O’Hara, in Gone with the wind , would have done.
     
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CHAPTER 2
     
    W hen the next day came, I had already forgotten all about the new receptionist. So, I went about my routine as usual – jogging, breakfast, work. I had an early meeting so I missed Cindy’s first-day tour of the premises. In fact, I didn’t really miss it. It was just that I forgot about that. I had a lot on my plate as it was. That week the stock market took a steeper nosedive, companies were going up in smoke and I didn’t have time to think about anything other than business problems and survival strategies. In the middle of all the chaos that Wall Street had become, I was still able to make money. It is possible to make a profit even during the worst part of a crisis like that one if you buy and sell the stocks at the right time.
    Let me try to explain that to you. When a person analyzes the NYSE chart, of any particular stock, after the trading session is over, it’s very clear that there are peaks of high prices that will allow a person to make tons of money. But only if they buy the shares when the price is at its lowest, then, wait for that moment when the price is at its highest to sell them. Problem is - when you are in the middle of the trading session, you have no idea which way the stocks will go – up or down or sideways. Also, you don’t know if and when those peaks will come by. It’s a lot like a casino and just as addictive. It’s a rush and I feel I’m gambling most of the time. Although I have a pretty high winning rate, as Mark had put it, trading sessions are always tiring, adrenaline pumps through my veins throughout it all and I feel physically exhausted at the end of each session. It is very hard work. Still, some people say I’m successful because I have sold my soul to the Devil. Others say, I deceived the Prince of Darkness into striking a deal with me because I didn’t have a soul to begin with. Either way, I just laugh at this nonsense.
    T he financial crisis wasn’t helping things out for me back then. I needed all my strength and focus to get by each day. So, I thanked God for having Mark around because he was always two steps ahead of everybody else; tending to every little thing I needed, before I knew I needed anything. While I worked hard, from early morning to late night, he was around helping me directly with my workload, checking up on me, making sure I had food and all the other things I would have forgotten otherwise. He was the best assistant I had ever had and one of the best lovers, too. He was thoughtful, caring, hot as sin, and he knew what he was doing - both at the office and in bed. That’s why I asked him to come over to my apartment a couple of times over the following days. Whatever little time I had left for myself, we spent together. It wasn’t much but we had fun.
    As the days went by in that chaotic rhythm, I didn’t have time for much else. Especially not for the new receptionist who I just greeted politely, but coldly, on my way in or out of the office. So, I was taken by surprise when I passed the reception counter, one morning, and Cindy signaled me to stop.
    “Ms. Sullivan, wait up! Please,” she almost shouted.
    I