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can have it all fixed?”
                  “Oh, I’d say in about a half hour or so,” he said. Then he gave me a big grin while staring directly at my chest.
                  “Perfect,” I said, turning my body away from his gaze. “Thanks, Tim!”
                  “Oh!” he called out behind me. “I was going to ask you something.”
                  “Yes?” I replied.
                  “I have two tickets to the Eastgate Crocs game,” he started. “Would you like to accompany me there tonight?”
                  “Football?” I asked. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t care for sports very much.”
                  “I see,” Tim said looking a little down from my reply. “Would you like to join me sometime for dinner then?”
                  “Well…” I didn’t know what to say. It was flattering that Tim was always flirting with me. However, he wasn’t my type. I decided to tell the truth. “I’m sorry, Tim. I think you’re a nice guy and I like working with you, but I don’t want to lead you on to anything more than work.”
                  “That’s fine,” Tim smiled. He seemed to have taken it pretty well. “I appreciate the honesty.”
                  “Thanks for working on the thermostat,” I smiled back. Then I turned around to leave again.
                  “Is it hard working for a client when you don’t like their sport?” Tim asked.
                  “What do you mean?” I replied. “We don’t have any athlete clients.”
                  “That’s not what I was told,” Tim said. “Just today I was given tickets to the game tonight because your firm represents quarterback Gavin Wilson now.”
                  “Gavin Walker?” I gasped. I didn’t have to know football to know about Gavin Walker.

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                  As quickly as I could, I ran down from the maintenance room and onto our office floor. The room was still blazing hot as I entered. Rushing over to Janice’s desk, I saw her sitting there with a small air conditioning unit blasting a wind at her.
                  “Janice!” I said, panting.
                  “Kimberly,” Janice groaned. “The fucking heat is still on. I sent Louisa downstairs to buy me one of these A.C. units. This shit barely works.”
                  “I need to talk to you about our new client.”
                  “Did you or did you not fix the heat issue?”
                  “I sent Tim on it.”
                  “The squirrelly guy with the bad comb-over?”
                  “Yes.”
                  “He nearly peed himself when we gave away those football tickets today.”
                  “That’s what I have to talk to you about.”
                  “The maintenance guy peed himself?” Janice looked at me wide eyed.
                  “No,” I said slowly. “How did you not tell me that we picked up Gavin Walker?”
                  “Why?” she asked.
                  “This is huge , Janice!” I shouted.
                  “I didn’t think he was going a major client,” she shrugged. “Is Gavin whatever a big deal?”
                  “Yes he is , Janice! Every grocery isle in a every store has at least one magazine with his face on it.”
                  “Well, that explains a lot,” Janice said as she spun in her chair. “I never go grocery shopping for myself.”
                  Janice seemed to be completely uninterested in the fact that she had acquired one of the country’s most famous athletes. Not to mention, one of the sexiest guys on the planet. The first time I saw Gavin Walker was in a Calvin