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otherwise cleared your schedule it just made sense to have you work over there for the duration of the job."
    "Yes, but–"
    "Now if you don’t want to do that, we’ll try to find another way. It just seemed like he’d gone out of his way to make it easy for you, and silly me, I thought that you’d appreciate that. As for the payroll issue, this is the first I’ve heard of it. I’ll have to look into that."
    "What I would appreciate , Kevin, is a little advanced notice next time I’m going to be left dangling over the piranha tank. You could’ve at least talked to me, instead of letting me go in cold like that."
    "You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to be such a big deal."
    "After the way he behaved over drinks the other night, you had to have known what I’d be walking into. You could’ve given me half a chance. Instead, you cut my legs out from under me and…"
    "Alright! Paige, stop! I get it, ok? I will take care of it. I’ll see if I can get him to send the stuff over."
    "It’s too late. He won’t."
    "What do you mean he won’t?"
    "I mean, he won’t. I already asked him.”
    “Oh.”
    “You want to know what else he told me?"
    Kevin sighed audibly. "I can’t imagine."
    Paige relaxed a little more. Most of the steam had been vented and she was starting to find the situation so outlandish that it bordered on comical. She barely got the words out in between snickers. "He said I needed to learn how to hold the bit in my mouth before I’d be fit for the board room."
    "Maybe he likes horses."
    "Or maybe he’s an ass ."
    "Were you mean to him?"
    "Why would you ask me that? I was the picture of professionalism. I’m only mean to you." She teased.
    "I’ll talk to him–see what I can do."
    Paige shook her head and glanced up to see the cab driver watching her in the rear view mirror. He stopped in front of the restaurant and she was thankful to pay him and get out of the cab.
    "Don’t bother. It’ll just give him more fuel. I just wanted you to know you owe me one."
    "Like you’d ever let me forget."
    "Listen, I have to go. I’m meeting Nate for dinner. And by the way, I’m turning my phone off for the weekend."
    "Goodnight Paige."
    "Goodnight Kevin."
    __________
    Nate could see the door from his seat. Paige walked toward him, holding her cell phone and waving her free arm in exaggerated motions. She flipped the phone closed just as she got to the table.
    "You know, you make a really cute psychopath. I used to have a thing for psychopaths."
    "Very funny."
    "What was that all about?"
    Paige plunked down in her chair and related the whole story, starting with her interaction with Frank earlier that morning. The knots in his stomach came back with a vengeance, and the horse comment put him right over the edge. By the time she was finished he’d completely lost his appetite.
    "Did you really tell Frank to get out of your new chair?"
    She half-smiled and blushed a little. "Yes."
    "Kings to you!" Nate laughed. "Count of Monte Christo?”
    She nodded.
    “Did he get it?”
    Her hand skimmed the top of her hairline. “Right over his head.”
    “Now that’s funny."
    "I’m not without my finer points."
    Her coy smile made his heart ache. "Don’t I know it." He smiled and took a sip of his water. "So, tell me why you’re really upset."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Well, it’s not like it’s an abnormal sort of business practice. Accountants use their clients’ computers and go to their offices to do work for them all the time. If it was anybody else, I might be sitting here wondering why you’re getting so worked up about this."
    "What, you and Kevin are on the same team now?"
    "Hardly! And that's not fair."
    "You think it’s normal for me to get shoved off onto Frank’s payroll so that he can increase his credibility?"
    "No, the payroll thing is a little over the top. Must be something he and Kevin had worked out on the side."
    "Kevin claims he didn’t know anything about that part."
    "That