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Someone knocks on the door and he gasp stepping away from me, going behind his mahogany desk.
"Come in." he says, his voice really sad. Do i have this effect on him?</pre>
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A brunette petite women enters the room. She has long hands and short boy-ish haircut. She wears eye glasses and she has nearly no breast. Is that person even a woman?</pre>
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"Lana?" Timothy greets her. Oh she is a woman! "Is everything all right?"</pre>
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"Yes sir. I just need the numbers in order to complete the logistic stuff."</pre>
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"I will e-mail them to you."</pre>
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She lowers her eyes, blushes and leaves the room.
Timothy is still not looking at me. After what seems to be an eternity he speaks.</pre>
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"Why are you doing this to us?"</pre>
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"Us?" i say angry, my temperature starting to rise. "What us? You your wife and myself?"</pre>
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He shoots his eyes at me. He looks extremely wounded and offended. But i didn't said anything but the truth.</pre>
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"There are things you don't know." he frowns and looks down again, he looks like a child that is being scold. My heart hurts when he looks so venerable.
I practically run to him and he opens his arms and welcome me into his lap.</pre>
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"Lock the door and start talking."</pre>
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He smiles to me and presses that little button. I hear a very faded beep and the red light lights above the doorknob. I look down at him and he he smiles, slowly caressing my thigh. I stop his hand by slapping it softly.</pre>
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"No Timothy.. Talk.."</pre>
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A Life To Remember
Non-FictionYoung adult Katarina Conor finds her new boss extremely irresistible.Her boss Timothy Davis wants his little new employe more than he needs.. Air to survive. But he has secrets. Everyone has secrets.Will their relationship find the way to stand agai...
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