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Authors: Sorell Oates
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divulged the details. She had been speaking to him as a friend, as a boyfriend, discussing her day with him. Maddy had no idea she was priming him with information to acquire her company for a far larger one; potentially costing her, her job.
He sipped his coffee, realising it had gone cold. In Maddy's presence, work never featured in James' mind. For the first time in his life he could relax and enjoy the company of a woman that had an open and loving heart. Life wouldn't allow him to spend twenty-four hours by Maddy's side. The mortgage and bills needed to be paid and in order to do that he had to work. This deal was tearing him apart. Professionally he debated whether he should walk away from the project on the grounds of a conflict of interest. It was feasible and justifiable, but he had secured the clients and they remained with his firm because of the personal service he offered. By walking away, he'd jeopardise the business they bought in. He was known as a cut-throat, loyal business lawyer. Stepping away from the acquisition would have him appear soft and unable to deliver the goods when the heat was on. If word got out he'd abandoned his clients, it would risk frightening off his other clients. James didn't feel he had any choice other than to persist with setting up the deal.
The last time Maddy finished work early had been for the pre-wedding party her employers threw three days before her wedding. It was an awful memory for Maddy, but she knew it was about to be erased as she created a new one.
Leaving pre-rush hour was delightful. Maddy scooted around the supermarket, throwing ingredients into her trolley. Time was tight. Her intention wasn't to stuff herself and James full of food to the point where they'd end up sleeping on the sofa in front of the Thursday night soap operas on TV. 'Simple and tasty' was the mantra going through her mind as she whizzed up and down the aisles. Once home in the kitchen, she whipped up an easy crab and avocado starter, following it with a Moroccan dish of lamb and cous cous. The food would look tasty and aesthetically pleasing on the plate but wouldn't require excessive effort to prepare. If all went well that night, Maddy would have plenty of time in the future to startle James with her culinary skills.
With the food prepped and ready to go, she took a shower. Maddy ensured she was shaved, waxed and plucked in all the right places. Her hands worked an array of lotions into her skin. She styled her hair to the best of her ability. With access to her expansive wardrobe, not hindered by the limited choice of work clothes, she picked out a daringly conservative black dress. The sheer material clung in all the right places, accentuating all her curves. It came just above her knees – respectable but giving a hint of her best assets - her legs.
The doorbell rang before she had time to put her heels on. Another woman would have left James waiting, but Maddison believed in playing an attentive host. She ran barefoot to the door, opening it to see James decked in jeans and a tight white t-shirt.
”Boy do I feel under-dressed,” he winced.
”Boy do I feel short,” she retorted.
”You are tiny without heels on,” he agreed.
She was a full head shorter than him. The difference in height made him feel more protective of her.
”Good day at the office?”
He hated himself for asking. James wasn't even sure why he has. He reassured himself he wasn't fishing for information, but he also knew it wasn't merely a conversational pleasantry. Some place inside him hoped she might have sensed something happening at work, then talked to him about it so he could put forward the idea of her considering moving on, but Maddy seem less inclined to discuss the office.
”Same old really. I was more concerned about getting dinner ready to be honest. I spent the day googling recipes rather than doing any accounting. How about you? Are things
He sipped his coffee, realising it had gone cold. In Maddy's presence, work never featured in James' mind. For the first time in his life he could relax and enjoy the company of a woman that had an open and loving heart. Life wouldn't allow him to spend twenty-four hours by Maddy's side. The mortgage and bills needed to be paid and in order to do that he had to work. This deal was tearing him apart. Professionally he debated whether he should walk away from the project on the grounds of a conflict of interest. It was feasible and justifiable, but he had secured the clients and they remained with his firm because of the personal service he offered. By walking away, he'd jeopardise the business they bought in. He was known as a cut-throat, loyal business lawyer. Stepping away from the acquisition would have him appear soft and unable to deliver the goods when the heat was on. If word got out he'd abandoned his clients, it would risk frightening off his other clients. James didn't feel he had any choice other than to persist with setting up the deal.
The last time Maddy finished work early had been for the pre-wedding party her employers threw three days before her wedding. It was an awful memory for Maddy, but she knew it was about to be erased as she created a new one.
Leaving pre-rush hour was delightful. Maddy scooted around the supermarket, throwing ingredients into her trolley. Time was tight. Her intention wasn't to stuff herself and James full of food to the point where they'd end up sleeping on the sofa in front of the Thursday night soap operas on TV. 'Simple and tasty' was the mantra going through her mind as she whizzed up and down the aisles. Once home in the kitchen, she whipped up an easy crab and avocado starter, following it with a Moroccan dish of lamb and cous cous. The food would look tasty and aesthetically pleasing on the plate but wouldn't require excessive effort to prepare. If all went well that night, Maddy would have plenty of time in the future to startle James with her culinary skills.
With the food prepped and ready to go, she took a shower. Maddy ensured she was shaved, waxed and plucked in all the right places. Her hands worked an array of lotions into her skin. She styled her hair to the best of her ability. With access to her expansive wardrobe, not hindered by the limited choice of work clothes, she picked out a daringly conservative black dress. The sheer material clung in all the right places, accentuating all her curves. It came just above her knees – respectable but giving a hint of her best assets - her legs.
The doorbell rang before she had time to put her heels on. Another woman would have left James waiting, but Maddison believed in playing an attentive host. She ran barefoot to the door, opening it to see James decked in jeans and a tight white t-shirt.
”Boy do I feel under-dressed,” he winced.
”Boy do I feel short,” she retorted.
”You are tiny without heels on,” he agreed.
She was a full head shorter than him. The difference in height made him feel more protective of her.
”Good day at the office?”
He hated himself for asking. James wasn't even sure why he has. He reassured himself he wasn't fishing for information, but he also knew it wasn't merely a conversational pleasantry. Some place inside him hoped she might have sensed something happening at work, then talked to him about it so he could put forward the idea of her considering moving on, but Maddy seem less inclined to discuss the office.
”Same old really. I was more concerned about getting dinner ready to be honest. I spent the day googling recipes rather than doing any accounting. How about you? Are things
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