Good Ideas Can Come From Anywhere
Anne had had it up to there. As she refused to lie, she had been avoiding answering the increasing direct questions. It was getting more and more difficult to do. That’s why she called this late night meeting.
“So what the f*** is it, James?” Stevie sat, arms and legs crossed, looking as disagreeable as always.
“Mister Michaels is getting suspicious. Wants to know why you two are spending so much time together.” Anne gripped her hands tightly behind her back.
“What did you say?” Eric didn’t sound worried. His eyes sparkled, like he welcomed the confrontation.
“Nothing. He doesn’t know about…” Anne shrugged. “He thinks its business, that you two are planning to go out on your own, start your own firm. He’s worried.”
“Our own firm?” The two of them looked at each other and then a grin spread over Eric’s face. “Michaels always did have great ideas.”
Stevie laughed. Actually laughed. Years fell from her beautiful face. “That’s why he’s the boss.”
“Was the boss, you mean. James, I could kiss you.” Eric bounded towards her.
Anne took a step back. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Not to worry, James.” Stevie laid a hand on Eric’s chest. “This jack a$$, my new partner, is not kissing any other woman but me.”
“Why would I want to?”
Anne felt it prudent to leave.
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