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There’s no little fra, happy dog or tropical beach h to fra one of Joshua’s fervent little sales rants, Fat Little Dick booet you laid, Doctor Josh

Joshua replied, You’re right, boss I’ve seen what a bad drought can do to so at

I get a little tingle in ne? The pheromone he leaches from his pores? Gross I flip open his day planner and notice so down the colu incredibly James Bond–ish, I ra

ise le frame

I hear the cables in the elevator shaft and leap to e to sla open and he appears His chair is still spinning gently out of the corner of my eye Busted

“What are you doing?”

My phone is now safely down the waistband of my underwear Note to self: Disinfect phone

“Nothing” There’s a tre to see if it’s going to rain this afternoon I bumped your chair Sorry”

He advances like a floating Dracula Theloudly crinkling against his leg A shoebox is in it, judging from the shape

Iine the wretched sales assistant who had to help Joshua choose shoes I require shoes to ensure I can effectively run down the targets I am paid to assassinate in my spare time I require the best value for my money I am size eleven

He looks at his desk, his co-in screen, his closed planner I forceon the floor He steps so close his leather shoe touches the tip of my little patent heels

“Nohy don’t you tellnear my desk?”

We have never done the Staring Game this close I’m a pip-squeak at exactly five feet tall It’s beentopic of conversation Joshua is at least six-four Five Six Maybe iant of a human And he’s built out of heavy materials

Gamely, I maintain eye contact I can stand wherever I like in this office Screw hier, I put my hands on my hips

He’s not ugly, as I’ve le to work out how to describe hi my dinner on the couch a while back, and a soft-news piece came on the TV An old Superman coloved hand turned the pages, the old-fashioned drawings of Clark Kent reminded me of Joshua