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he reached for the switch, he noticed a stack of something on her desk and walked over to investigate. Next to her keyboard was his checkbook, receipts, and a intricately compiled spreadsheet. She had even put the receipts in chronological order and stapled them before putting them into the envelope.
    Elliott smiled. Her pride wouldn’t let her go home without finishing every last thing he had thrown at her.
    She was going to work out nicely.
    Hannah promised herself she wouldn’t, but she cried the whole way home. Though, she told herself, it was from pure exhaustion and not the result of a arrogant, demanding boss who seemed to view her as nothing more than another piece of office equipment.
    When she got home she noticed her mother had left her two messages- the first asking her how her first day went and the second a bit more concerned-sounding asking if everything was alright and telling her to call back at any hour.
    She slipped out of her shoes and cringed at the feel of blisters on the pads under her toes and on her heel. Apparently there were no shoes that could compete with running around all day. She made a mental note to drag out her old pair of server shoes from her closet for the next day. If they could survive eight hours waiting tables, maybe they would stand up to eleven hours waiting on a high-powered CEO’s every need.
    Her cell phone rang and she groaned as she reached for it, irrationally dreading the possibility that maybe it was EM calling her back into work. He didn’t even have her number, she reminded herself.
    She looked down at the screen and saw Tad’s name lit up. “Don’t you sleep?” she said as a greeting. “You get there even earlier to me. What are you doing up?”
    Hannah could practically hear the shrug in his voice as he said, “You get used to the long hours after a while. In a month or two you wont need a full night sleep anymore.”
    “Need? Maybe not. But want is another thing,” she said, pulling off her clothes and falling into bed in only her bra and panties. “Oh,” she said, sitting up. “how come you didn’t tell me I have an office?”
    “An office,” Tad repeated, sounding confused. “I’ve never seen one of you girls get an office before.”
    “Yeah,” she said, feeling her heart pound a bit. Why was she getting an office then? “The one right next to his.”
    Tad let out a whistle. “Well, Hannah-Banana, what did you do?”
    “What do you mean ‘what did I do’ ?”
    “Well, in the two years I have been here, there have been like twenty of you. And none of them have been given the permanency of an office. Frankly, I didn’t even know that was an office. I thought it was a bathroom seeing as I’ve yet to see him use the one on the floor.”
    “I thought the same thing,” Hannah said, feeling a bit giddy from being so tired. “I gave him like fifteen cups of coffee and he like never left the office.”
    “He’s a machine. Full automaton. But stop changing the subject. What did you do?”
    “I didn’t do anything,” She laughed. “Maybe I just make great coffee.”
    “Maybe he just likes your great ass,” Tad quipped.
    “Hey!”
    “Oh come on now. He’s a man. He has noticed. Hell, even I noticed and I have no interest in your ass.”
    “He has no interest in it either,” Hannah insisted, setting her alarm clock and praying seven hours of sleep would be enough to refresh her.
    “Oh please. Keep telling yourself that,” he said, sounding serious. “Don’t fall for it, okay? I know you swear you don’t even think he is the yummy piece of prime rib that he is, but I don’t believe that for a second. You know he’s gorgeous. But I have seen four of his assistants get infatuated and fall into bed with him. They usually quit a few days later when they realized he has no actual interest in them. And I didn’t care about them, they were vapid little gold diggers who saw him as an easy catch. But I like you. And I want you to hang