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“I a back at the cos

“Are you looking for an appointment? Because I don’t think I have one”

“No, I’ an email, just a second”

She huffed out a short breath “I’o in”

“They’re locked”

She didn’t turn and look at hiot to two, dark wood doors, carved in a similar fashion to the reception desk “What does he think this is? The Sistine Chapel?” she muttered as she approached the doors and pushed on the door handles They didn’t budge Stupid Ferro

She knocked, hard

“Yes?”

“It’s your dream date, Calvaresi, open up”

She heard his heavy footsteps crossing the office, then both doors swung open “Did Jerry give you a hard time?”

“Is that his naate”

“Well, heOr he did and he’s afraid you’re trying to seduce secrets out of me”

“Me? Seduce secrets out of you?”

“You are very much the Femme Fatale, especially with all the black”

She looked down at her skinny jeans and tight top “Yeah, all set for corporate espionage Can I come in?”

He stood to the side and she brushed past him and into his office It was as opulent and overdone as the rest of the building with marble and wood trim, art pieces and vases And in here there was even a very plush, very busy oriental rug