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Susan.”
     
    “ Sorry. Was he a cute jerk? I think I remember him being sexy. Yes. I remember him now.”
     
    “ What difference does that make?”
     
    “ A cute jerk is a waste and it pisses you off longer than an ugly jerk. So, my guess is from your attitude that he was quite a cute jerk. What did he do?  Pass gas at the table? Eat and talk with his mouth open? Yell at the waiter? Kick a kid? No, I got it!” She put her hands out like a movie director picturing the scene. “He talked about himself the entire time. Then he tried to convince you that you were the lucky one to hook up with such a ‘great’ catch?”
     
    “ No. He propositioned me.”
     
    Susan blinked. “Propositioned you?”
     
    “ Like I was some tramp he picked up off the street. It was disgusting.”
     
    “ Awe, damn. Sorry sweetie.” Susan got up and walked around the desk. Marcella rolled her eyes as she pulled her into her chest, stroking the back of her head. “How dare he wanna knock-the-boots with my poor Marcella. The cad!”
     
    Marcella laughed, despite herself.
     
    “ Yum. Now can I get in on some of that action?” Sam asked.
     
    Susan turned and blew Sam a kiss. “You wish honey.”
     
    “ I do.” Sam teased.
     
    “ Alright enough.” Marcella sighed.
     
    “ Hey, you said you had some new pieces you wanted me to bring up from your trunk. Are they fragile?”
     
    “ Yes. They are. I got a vase and two busts from auction last week. Finally brought them down from the condo and put them in the trunk.” Marcella exclaimed. She stood and grabbed her keys. “Come on, I’ll need both your help.” They walked behind her with Sam sharing saucy tales about her new girlfriend, and Susan inquiring about details that were far too intimate. Marcella had to admit her mood was shifting. She was irritated the remainder of the weekend over her failed date, but now she needed to focus. Katchner needed to be persuaded to do his unveiling at the gallery Pushing open the side door to where she parked her car she stopped dead in her tracks. Susan slammed into the back of her.
     
    “ Girl, what the hell is going on? Move.”
     
    “ Oh my God.” Marcella stammered. She stepped out into the alley so Sam and Susan could see what she saw. Marcella arrived at her car and discovered someone had snuck into the alley and covered the hood with rose petals. Thanks to the humid day no wind blew the arrangements. On top of the petals an envelope rested.
     
    “ Well I’ll be damned. Who did this?” Sam asked.
     
    Marcella didn’t answer. She walked over and plucked the card.
     
    “ Who is it from?” Sam asked her as she removed the small card from the envelope.
     
    Forgive me,
     
    --Diego
     
    Marcella shook her head in disbelief. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s get everything out of my trunk.”
     
    “ Wait a second. Who is all this from?” Susan asked, her face serious.
     
    “ No one.” Marcella dismissed. “We got work to do.”
     

     
    “ So, are you going to go visit Katchner’s office in Seattle?” Garrett asked, shaking the ice in his scotch and soda. He crossed his legs, kicked his foot, and gave Marcella that questioning stare. She knew that look. Marcella this is your mess! Fix it, before I go into hysteria, darling . Susan looked up at her for an answer. They were meeting in Garrett’s office, and the question hung in the air casting a shadow of doubt over any optimism. What could she do now? Everyone, including Marcella, wanted to know how she, the young inexperienced Acquisitions Director would turn everything around.
     
    “ I guess I’ll have to meet with him myself. He’s not returning my calls.”
     
    “ Excuse me.” Sam came in carrying two arms of red roses. “Marcella, these are yours, AGAIN.”
     
    Garrett sat upright. Susan frowned.
     
    “ For me?” Marcella asked taking one for a gentle caress. She pulled the card from the center of the bouquet of flowers.  
     
    “ They’re