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with
someone – she'd never done it at all before – Larson was not the normal type of
man.
    Bran, she corrected herself.  He
said to call him Bran.
    And it was also Saturday.  She
wouldn't have to be at work again until Monday.  She wondered if she could wait
that long.
    *****
    It turned out that she could.  It
was a nervous two days with no contact at all from Larson – from Bran – but
Denny made sure to fill her time with as many activities as she could think
of.  She cleaned her shabby apartment from stem to stern, and the knowledge of
her upcoming payment led her to splurge on some decent quality grocery items. 
Nothing fancy, but certainly better than the oatmeal and the peanut butter
sandwiches that she had been eating.
    By Monday she was a bit of a
nervous wreck though.
    She had no idea how Bran was going
to handle things.  She didn't know what he would do, or what he would say to
her.  Or how he would treat her.  She assumed since the relationship was to be
kept on the down low, that he would treat her like he did before the little
affair, but she could be wrong.
    Her biggest fear was that he would
regret everything and fire her on the spot, that morning.
    As much as she wanted to call out
and hide under the covers all day though, she didn't.  She couldn't resist him.
    So, she got dressed, applied makeup
and fixed her hair, and made her way to work.
    “How's it going, Miss Denny?” old
familiar Ray called as soon as she stepped out of her apartment complex.
    “Good!” Denny replied with the
brightness she only partially felt.  “How's life treating you?”
    “Not bad, not bad.  I sure wish I
could get a hot breakfast though.”  Ever since Ray had heard of Denny's new
job, he'd turned his sights on her, but Denny didn't mind.  It was difficult to
survive in New York, even more so when one was homeless.
    “Here,” she said, pulling a ten
dollar bill out of her purse and slipping it into his cracked palm.  “Go get
some pancakes, on me.”  It was the first time she'd ever given him any real
amount of money, and she hoped that she didn't regret it.  She didn't think Ray
abused anything – he never reeked of cigarettes or alcohol, at least – but she
could never be sure.
    She just wanted to help someone
feel good.
    And it seemed to do the trick. 
Ray's eyes lit up, and his unshaven face dissolved into a pile of wrinkles as
he smiled.  “Oh, thank you Miss Denny,” he said, quickly drawing his hand down
and furtively storing the bill aware in his pocket.  “I'm going to praise your
name when I get me some food in my belly.”
    Denny returned his smile.  “Of
course, Ray.  Anything for a friend.”
    “You off to work?”
    “Oh yes.  I have a long, full day
ahead of me.”
    “That's good!  It's always good to
stay busy, for shaw.”
    She nodded.  “I'll catch you later,
okay?  Let me know what you got!”
    “I will!  Praise the Lord for
people like you!”
    Denny smiled again as she turned. 
She liked helping people, especially ones who needed it.
    For now though, she made her way to
the office.
    Larson was there already when she
arrived, which was slightly unusual.  He seemed to keep later hours than most,
not arriving until ten or after.  But he was here today, bright and early at
half past eight, and he immediately pulled Denny into his office, shutting the
door behind her.
    “About Friday night,” he said
lowly, his hand still gripping her arm.  His fingers held her tightly, but not
uncomfortably.  “I hope you remember what I said.”
    “I do, and I understand there's a
need for a little... discretion.”
    “Good.”  He let go of her now, and
crossed his arms.  “I do have a reputation to maintain.”
    “Sir?”
    “You know, as a businessman,” he
added quickly.  A little too quickly.  Denny's eyes narrowed in slight
suspicion.
    But that suspicion melted away
quickly as Larson strode around the desk, whipping his phone out once more and
tapping