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My hair was looped in a tight bun behind rass hairspray She had h the glass ceiling, and the set of thin white pearls dangling below my neck were sure proof of that

‘Don’t you dare co the clasp behind my neck ‘My mother did not sail all the way to the Ahter’s friend to lose them’

‘Jeez She wasn’t on the Mayflower, Charlie’

‘I know But it felt that way’

That was three years ago The pearls were still safe, and e off the coast of Haiti I missed her

I walked straight through to ht heels onmy arrival as noisy as they could There was an air of brevity that day Hands flew and tongues wagged

Men in black suits walked with assumed haste towards the cafeteria and ordered triple espressos The coffee h heavy and raw veggies for salads I watched fro the escalator with at least ten others,at how everyone felt the need to rush It was acquisition day

I placed ot the co It was early I did not expect to sne so soon

Henry Palmer was the kind of man alked into a room and stole everyone’s attention He stood a head taller than everyone else, and his body frah his suit you could see it

He walked with a haughty, determined demeanor that shook me to my very core the day he interviewed n vineyard, and his eyes, his heavy and deep brown eyes, saw through every lie and every soul

He was a elo ever envisioned And the h a binder with his thick and perfectly er My pussy clenched when I saw him, just like it always did

‘Are you ready for this?’ he asked

I loved how he always sounded de a question

‘I am, sir’

‘Good Meet me in the conference room in twenty Have the Boris file ready and printed’