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Plan B is. Not yet, anyway.”
    “What about that two month business plan? It doesn’t include a Plan B?”
    The kettle started to whistle. “Hold on a sec.” Madison hopped off the counter, filled the mug with hot water, dropped a teabag in and hopped back up to her favorite spot. . “Yeah. Part of that is to get a job.”
    “On the surface that is an excellent idea. Unless you’re hoping to use that as your source for men.”
    “What’s wrong with that? I need money. I need a man. Why not accomplish both at the same place?” Madison swirled the teabag around the mug then lifted it out to drop it in the sink.
    “Because it’s a bad idea?”
    “Oh, hush.”

Chapter Six
    Scottie the Dog
     
     
     
    Madison swiveled her desk chair and leaned sideways to get a better view of the guy in the next row. Who knew that there were telemarketers who looked like that?
    Oh yeah. Stretch this way again, you sexy fucker.
    Chiseled features, sweet, curly blond hair that always seemed to be falling in his eyes, thus prompting him to either tilt his head back—usually when he was laughing, which was often—or sweep it way with his hand—usually when he was on a long call. And a long, lanky frame that promised to hit a girl in all the right places.
    Madison dropped her pen and bent low, scooted her chair to the left, and finally managed to get a solid, unobstructed look at sexpot Scott.
    Until something, or rather someone, caught her eye.
    Shit .
    That stupid team leader, Kevin, was eyeballing her again. Bastard that he was. Didn’t he have anything better to do than stare at people? Stare at people and carry around those damn printouts and accuse callers of wasting time? Madison resisted the urge to snarl and, like the good worker she wanted everyone in management to believe her to be, rolled herself back into position in front of her monitor and closer to her phone.
    “Madison. We need to talk.”
    Damn he moved fast. And quietly, too.
    Reminding herself that she needed, and wanted, this ‘fantastic career opportunity’ and the ‘huge’ commissions it promised, she lowered her headset, set her hands in her lap and tucked her feet under her boring gray office chair. “Yes, Kevin?” She even smiled and forced her face into an expression of professional interest.
    But he didn’t smile back. Kevin didn’t care about anything except the lousy team member printout he was waving in the air. He put himself on the edge of her extra office chair. “You’re taking too much time between calls.” Pointing to some handwritten numbers on the side of the top page, he continued, “Look here. You can see that you’re losing about seven and three-tenths minutes per hour. I’ve talked to tech support about getting your system switched over to forced calls, but, honestly, neither Carly nor I think you’re ready for that.”
    The bland professional expression slid off of Madison’s face. The obvious question of ‘who’s Carly’ took a back seat to her more pressing concern. She was, after all, only willing to go so far. “ Forced calls?”
    “That’s right. At seven and three-tenths minutes lost per hour, over an eight and a half hour shift, minus a half hour for lunch, of course, and two fifteen minute breaks, that’s…” Kevin’s face twisted as he struggled to multiply seven and three-tenths by seven point five.
    “About fifty-one minutes?” Madison offered, trying to be helpful.
    Kevin snapped out of his unsuccessful mathematical trance and scowled. “I guess.” He considered her with his muddy brown eyes, then looked back at his beloved team member printout. “That’s a lot of time wasted. Isn’t it?”
    Madison didn’t have an answer for him, because, yes, it was a lot of time wasted. But he should look at it from her point of view. Considering how much she was getting paid, fifty-one minutes didn’t seem that bad. But he wasn’t interested in her point of view. He was interested in his damn team member