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conversation a few times, and each time he knew she was correct. They had started seeing each other three years ago. They weren’t exclusive, which worked perfectly for both of them, since neither of them believed in that nor were looking for that. He’d almost pinched himself when he first started seeing her. She was allowing him to have sex with her, and anyone else he wanted! She was the daughter of one of his grandfather’s lawyers. They’d met through business, at a big charity dinner that her father and his grandfather had both been attending. Introduced, they had spent the rest of the evening flirting and ending up at his place. The sex had been phenomenal and their ease in conversation was like they’d known each other all their lives. She’d asked him to attend an opening for a line of perfume her company was releasing. She was VP of marketing at a large cosmetics company. They easily fell into dating each other. They had the same type of functions and requirements for business, but both of them were too busy to nurture needy spouses. Instead, their attraction grew naturally between them. No mention of exclusive or boyfriend/girlfriend status, until she mentioned one night she had a date with a race car driver she’d met the weekend before.
    He’d been a little stunned at first. Morgan just assumed he’d not mind. He’d never really said either way. He understood that she would be done with him if he said anything to counter her. He learned over the years she didn’t believe in love and had no intention of having a traditional marriage. She’d watched her mother stay with her faithless father in a charade she called “of epic proportions.” Much like Tristan’s parents’ marriage. It was something he understood about Morgan. She’d never allow any such foolishness to her life or live by such a stupid pretense. So they enjoyed each other’s company when it worked out. They dated others when they saw fit. They didn’t owe each other their itineraries, schedules or list of friends or sexual partners. She gave him total friendship, loyalty, and freedom. The perfect companion.
    He pulled himself up. Why then did he sometimes feel sunk with weight? Why, when they were together, was he sometimes hit by this deep, almost lonely feeling? Like he was with her, but isolated. Tristan shook his limbs as he adjusted his cobalt blue tie and swept his blond hair back into place from Morgan’s hands. What was his problem? He wasn’t cuddled enough? He shook his cuffs down and straightened his posture. His lips smirked up when he pictured his grandfather’s take on this; he was acting like a pussy. He had a beautiful, smart, successful companion in Morgan Hartley, who needed nothing from him. He wasn’t lonely. He was heading to the top of the world. He was heading towards running the large corporation his grandfather had put together, which had locations at over a half dozen spots in the United States, and they were both trying to turn those six into double or triple that. To make Tamasy Industries a real brand name in their very niche product ability.
    Now? It was going to end up being Tristan’s if he did this right. If he learned, grew, succeeded, and didn’t lose his balls.
    He knew his hesitation about today. It was dealing with this Kland5568. He dreaded it. It wasn’t business. It was damage control he completely resented having to take care of. But they worked with a variety of different industries, including the government, and most specifically the military. They couldn’t have a rape scandal connected to the name Tamasy, as it was too synonymous with Tamasy Industries.
    He quickly grabbed his soft, black leather brief case. He’d grab an espresso when he got to work. Today was about stopping anyone from wrecking the future he and his grandfather had dreamed of and built. Yes, Tommy was an idiot. But he didn’t deserve to be called a rapist. Tristan stared at the gleaming brass doors of the