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    Workishectic,theentiremorningisfilledwithmeetings,phone callsandconstantproblems.IdowonderattimeswhyIworkedsohard forajoblikethis.Iwasalwaysanoverachiever,Ialwayswantedtogo far,butIneverthoughtI’denduphere.Ididthough,andwhiledifficult, it’schangedmylifeforthebetterandfortheworse.Mydaysarealways filled,it’saneverendingjob.WhenIfinallygetbacktomydeskjust afterlunch,IgetamessagefromSierra.Ismile,wonderingifshetruly sleptinthatlong,Christknowsthegirlneededit.
    S-Hey,Iwouldliketosaythanksforthesweetnote.ButI’mnot sureitwassweet…itwassexysweet.That,I’vedecided,iswhatyouare MarcusHarrison.Sexysweet.
    Unabletocontainthefacesplittinggrinthatcreepsuponmyface,I quicklyreply.
    M-Sexysweet.I’vebeencalledmanythingssweetgirl,butIthink that’sthenicest.Howdidusleep?How’syourhead?
    Amomentlatershereplies.
    S-BestI’vesleptinyears.NowI’mrunningaroundinyourpants andtryingtofigureoutyourkitchen.Myheadisfine,Iamsurviving.
    M-Callthehousemaid.
    S-No,Igotthis.
    M-Yousaidmypants…doumeanonlymypants?
    S-You’llneverknowsexysweet,never.
    M-Ihavesecuritycameras.
    Amomentpassesbeforeshereplies.
    S-Ijustlookedaroundtheroomlikeacrazyperson,thankufor that.
    M-That’smygirl,alwaysonhertoes.Ineedtotalk2uabout somethingthisafternoon.
    S-Boredofmealready?
    M-Nobaby.
    S-AmIintrouble?
    M-Douwanttobe?
    S-WhathappensifIdo?
    M-Myhand.Yourass.
    S-Thenyes,Iwanttobe.
    M-Allright,afterIpunishyouforsomethingyoudidn’tdo,we’ll talk.It’snothingmajor,sodon’tworrytoomuch.Culater,baby.
    S-Laterssexysweet.
    GrinningIdropthephoneontothedesk.Mygrinquicklyslipswhen Chaynesauntersintotheroom,hermouthturnedupinanarrogantsmile.
    She’swearingadressthat’ssodamnedtighthertitsarebasically poppingoutthetop.HowdidInotnoticethisshitearlier?Iraisemy browsasshesauntersinandstopsattheedgeofmydesk.Shereaches down,runningherbrightredfingernailoverthehardwoodbefore lookingupatmewitheyesthatIoncethoughtweredazzling.Now,they donothingforme.Chaynedoesn’tholdacandletoSierra.
    “Hellolover,”shepurrs.
    “Whatdoyouwant,Chayne?”
    “Iwanttoknowwhatsortofgameyou’replaying?”
    Ipickupmybriefcaseandslamitontothetable,poppingitopenand diggingthroughsomepapers.“Nothing,”Ifinallysayafteralongpause.
    “Youtellmethatyou’releavingme,andyetI’mstillhere.You haven’tkickedmeout,tellmewhythatis,Marcus?”
    Igiveheracasualshrug.“Idon’twanttohurtyou,thisisyourhome fornowuntilyoufindsomethingelse.”
    “Ihavemyowncondo.”
    “Soyoudo.Whyarewediscussingthisthen?”
    “Youknowwhenthisisannounced,acourtcaseisgoingtogoahead.
    You’renotjustgoingtoleavemewithnothing,Marcus.I’veearnedmy shareofthis.”
    Isnapmygazeuptohers.“Howexactly?Youhavedonenothingbut lie,cheatandspendmymoney.Soplease,byallmeans,fillmeinonhow youearnedanything.”
    “I’vebeenbyyourside.I’vedealtwithyourmoods.I’vedealtwith allyourshitandsupportedyou.”
    “Goodforyou,Chayne,I’msureitmusthavebeenhardtodowhat mostnormalcouplesdo.”
    “Don’tpokefunatme,MarcusHarrison,Iwanttoknowwhatyou’re upto.Whyhaven’tyouannouncedthis?”
    Igiveherahardstare.“Whyhaven’tyou,Chayne?”
    “Iwon’tbehumiliateduntilIhavetobe.”
    “NothingtodowiththinkingI’llchangemymind?”
    Herfacesoftens.“Imadeamistake,surelythatcan’tmeantheend ofeverything.”
    “Theendofeverythingcamewhenyoustartedsleepingaround.”
    “Youdidtoo!”shecries.
    “Afteryou,Chayne,andI’mnotproudofit.”
    “Ifyoutrytotakemedownforthat,I’lltakeyoudownwithme, markmywords.”
    Iglareather.“Isthatathreat?”
    “No,it’sapromise.IfyouhaveanysortofproofthatIcheatedand youplanonusingitagainstme,thinktwice.Iwon’tplaynice.Imaynot haveanythingonyou,butIdohavethingsonyourpreciousSierra.”
    MytemperflaresandIstormaroundthedesk,grippinghershoulder.
    “YoufuckingtouchSierraandI’ll…”
    “You’llwhat?”shegrins,“byallmeans,Marcus,showmewhat you’lldo.Itwillonlyhelpmycase.”
    Ilethergo,pantingwithanger.“Beverysureyou’rereadytoplay