Kimber Chin

“You are a traitor, James!” Stevie flung her briefcase across the office and slammed the door shut. “A f***ing turncoat.”

“I didn’t feel up to going.” Not a lie. She didn’t feel up to watching her two bosses make kissy faces at each other.

“F*** you.” The blinds were pulled.

Anne grew alarmed. Was this it? Had Stevie been pushed over the edge? Was she going to kill her? “Stevie…”

“No more f***ing excuses, James.” Stevie’s blazer was stuffed into a bag. “I see how it is.” A drawer opened. Her shirt pulled up. “You and that jack a$$ have teamed up.” Deodorant applied.

Deodorant? It was then that Anne realized Stevie was wearing the same blouse as yesterday. The same blouse, the same blazer, but with bowling friendly pants, not a skirt. Anne’s eyes grew big.

“F***, I may be thankful, he saved my a$$, but that’s it.”

Sure. That’s why she was now wearing the emergency blazer, always kept hanging on the back of the door. “He saved your a$$ because he loves you, Stevie,” Anne found the guts to say.

“No f***ing profanities in the office, James,” she was reminded. But a smug smile curved Stevie’s lips. “And you repeat what you just f***ing said and you’ll get all our a$$es fired. Understand?”

“I understand.” A little too well. More secrets.

Find Out How Well Anne Keeps The Secret December 3rd

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Spotted this trio on a water taxi
in Venice.
All three are roughly the same age
but all have different styles.

The one on the left
is Hollywood.
Gray at the temples,
longer (and curly) hair on top,
orange tie,
wire rims.

The middle man
is power.
Short, short hair,
solid tie,
mirrored sunglasses
so you don’t see his eyes.

The man to the right,
seated,
continues to fight the establishment
(and likely aging).
Long hair,
sideburns,
big glasses,
no tie.

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“You have to eat.”

Anne tried to ignore them as Eric pushed a burrito towards Stevie. Instead she concentrated on compiling the report, the pieces spread out on the boardroom table.

“I’m not hungry, jack a$$.” There were dark circles under her boss’ eyes, as though she hadn’t slept in days.

“You’re getting too thin.” And Eric was right, she was. Stevie’s perfectly tailored suit hung off her.

“Stop.” Stevie stood. “Who do you think you are, my…” As she realized what she was about to say, her face crumpled.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Eric folded her into his arms.

Oh, brother. Anne bowed her head, giving the paper her full attention. This soft Stevie was a challenge to work with.

“You know what you need?”

“If you suggest sex again, I’m going to punch you in the gut.”

Anne managed to suppress a laugh but a smile escaped. Future wife or not, Eric tried.

“No, no, no sex. Today. I was thinking bowling.”

“F***in’ bowling? James, did this jack a$$ lose his mind while I was gone?”

Great, now she was being dragged into all this.

Before she could answer, Eric did. “Bowling. Nothing like knocking down some pins to burn off energy.”

“I’d like to knock down…”

“An hour should be long enough for you to change into something more bowling friendly. I’ll pick you up at ten.”

“And we’ll pick up James at ten-thirty.”

She was going bowling? After this long, hellish day?

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Stevie made a grand exit, slamming the door behind her.

“You don’t look so good, James.” Eric grinned at her. “You had a bad burrito or something?” He felt her forehead. It should be cool. She felt perfectly fine. “Yes, I don’t think you’ll be up for bowling tonight. How disappointing.” But his laughter said it was anything but.

Find Out What Happens When Stevie Finds Out November 26th

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