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Computers, Conferences and Kisses
Willow was sat at the head of the impossibly long table, her sleek legs crossed at the ankle beneath the shining wood. To her left sat the heads of the software department, to her right, the men responsible for installing and configuring the programmes. Both sides were arguing over the reason for a huge crash that had wiped out the systems for three major hotels and the local school.Willowremained oblivious to their childish debate, despite showering earlier that morning, she could still smell Tara on her.
All the men in the room turned to look at the woman who was sucking a finger thoughtfully… and a little seductively. “Ms. Rosenberg?” one of the men asked.Willowshook her head, “What? Oh erm.” She realised she had no idea what the question was. “What do you want us to do?” The men all looked to her to solve this dilemma and all she could think about was the ravishing blonde who she had run out on. “What hotels have been affected?” she asked, the men rustled through their papers before one of them pulled out a list. “The Gellar, Benson Plaza and oh, The Noxon.” The youngest man told her.
Willows attention snapped back to the conversation, “Right.” She said, her authoritative tone startling each man. “You fix whatever issues you have here.” She said, indicating the heads of software. “You go out and upgrade and configure the systems at the school and the hotels.” The men exchanged sly and knowing smiles.
They had all been witness to her outrageous flirting the night before and knew exactly why Willow was so keen to galvanise them into action. “I will personally oversee everything!” she finished and the smiles on the faces of the men grew. “Right on it, Ms. Rosenberg.” They all said in unison as they collected their papers and left the room, leaving Willow to reminisce over her recent sexploits.
Tara crashed into her apartment, had showered and changed in record time and as she was pulling back to door, the phone rang. She stood, contemplating whether or not to answer it. ‘It could be Willow’ she thought and rushed to the phone. “Hello?” she asked breathlessly into the receiver. “Hey Tara.” Vince’s voice answered her and her heart sank just a little. “You better get in quick, the computers have crashed and all hell is breaking loose.” He told her, she sighed.
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