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luck."
    Tyler touched a hand to his chin and mused about it. "I suppose it's worth a try, but it'll take me months to individually meet with clients at every company I own."
    I looked back at the list of clients Trax claimed. "Maybe we should cross reference these companies and see if any of them were potential clients for your other companies."
    "Good idea." Tyler borrowed the mouse and clicked on Trax's portfolio. He scanned down the list of corporations they own and stopped at one named The Weekly Journal . "That's the news outlet that published the story about my massage parlors."
    Kevin grunted. "I wonder who's at the top of this organization."
    "I don't know, but I plan to find out." Tyler touched a finger to his chin. "Kevin, print me out a copy of your client spreadsheet and I'll see what I can find on my end."
    "You got it." He sat down at the computer and brought up the document.
    "Jack, I know you don't want to be a double agent, but I need some way to keep employees from abandoning ship." Tyler put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Can you find out what the mood is like in your department and come up with some ideas?"
    "I can tell you that everyone I talk to is really happy about the profit sharing arrangement." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The only person I heard complaining is Hinkle."
    Kevin looked up from the computer. "Thomas Jones whines a lot too."
    "Well, of course they do," I said. "They were department heads before Tyler changed everything."
    "They've always been assholes," Jack admitted.
    "Well, let me know if anyone seems tempted to leave," Tyler said. "OnTech won't last long without skilled programmers."
    "Amen to that," Kevin said. "Without services to sell, we're dead in the water."
    "I'll be in my office." Tyler looked at the client list, wrote the first number on a pad, and turned to me. "Please bring me the client printout when it's ready." He opened the door and left.
    "I just need to remove the current clients from the list," Kevin said. "I'll have it ready in five minutes."
    "I'll scope out the temperature of the programming department." Jack followed Tyler out.
    Kevin had the printout ready a few minutes later. I took it to the door at the end of the hallway and opened it. Tyler stood behind a large wooden desk, a phone held to his ear. He motioned me over.
    "I understand that he's a busy man, I'm just very surprised he doesn't have time for a quick chat with me." Tyler's fist clenched tight. "Yes, please schedule an appointment. Good day." His voice sounded as tight as his fist. He made as if to slam down the phone and stopped himself at the last minute.
    I closed the door and went over to him. "I've got the list."
    "I don't like being stonewalled, Emily."
    "Is that what happened on your first call?"
    He nodded and dropped into his chair. "It's like someone is playing keep-away just long enough to tire me out and make me give up."
    "They want to starve your companies to death." I walked behind him and massaged his shoulders.
    He groaned with pleasure. "Your hands are like magic, Em. I don't know what I'd do without you."
    I leaned over and kissed his ear. "You'd probably grow fat and die."
    In one smooth movement, he rotated the chair and swept me into his lap. "Our calisthenics sessions do keep me in shape."
    "Precisely."
    He nuzzled his nose against mine. "Well, perhaps we should do a little exercise right now." Tyler squeezed my breast while his tongue journeyed up my neck to my earlobe.
    I groaned and shivered. "I don't think sex in your office would be appropriate workplace conduct."
    His teeth nipped my neck. "It's a good thing I'm the boss." He deftly undid my jeans and slid a hand into my underpants.
    My hands clenched his hair as his magical fingers danced across my clit. "Oh, God, Tyler."
    There was a knock at the door.
    I repressed a shriek and slid off his lap. My jeans promptly slid to my ankles, much to Tyler's amusement. Before I could pull them up, the door handle clicked. I