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    33 – (Chapter: 1: It’s Tricky)

     

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    “Carlin, I’m truly impressed. As always, you really did your homework.” Christine rapped loudly on the table attempting to wake her daughter. Still snoring, Ashley’s mouth opened as she readjusted in her plush, leather chair. Rolling her eyes, Christine sighed heavily. “In fact there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Spencer’s stomach fluttered nervously as she struggled not to squee. Deciding against trusting her voice, she nodded her response. Placing her hand on Spencer’s arm, Christine squeezed gently. “You’re one of our best employees. I’ve been watching you for the last five years and you continue to impress me every day. And, well, after last quarter, I’d have to say I’ve probably underestimated you, Carlin.” Unable to stop herself, Spencer felt her face forming a cheesy grin as her head continued to bob up and down uncontrollably. “What I want to know is, are you ready for the next level?”

     

    “Yes ma’am, I’m more then ready for anything!”

     

    Christine grinned, clapping Spencer’s shoulder. “That’s exactly the kind of response I like to hear from my employees! I’m assuming that you’ve heard of the Senda International Design Convention?” Ignoring Spencer’s excited gasp, Christine continued. “I want you to represent Davies and Partners at this year’s event.” 

     

    “Oh my God! Really?”

     

    “Really. I can’t tell you how much this means to me…consider it a personal favor.” Beaming, Spencer smiled brightly. Christine coughed nervously her eyes leaving Spencer’s face and settling on her now drooling offspring. “Wow, I really can’t believe this…it’s such an honor. Mrs. Davies, I really feel that I can learn so much from you and to have this opportunity to travel with you…it’s just an honor, ma’am.” Blushing, Christine smiled slightly, peeling Spencer’s hand off her arm. “Well…you won’t exactly be traveling with me…”

     

    “Oh, I mean I know I won’t be traveling with you…I guess I meant…”

     

    “I’m not actually attending the convention myself…I’ve decided to send someone else instead.”

     

    Nervously gulping, Spencer looked into her boss’s eyes following her gaze to Ashley.  “You do well Carlin and you might just be moving up a few stories…”  Stunned, Spencer’s mouth fell open as she struggled to say something to Christine’s retreating figure. This is so not happening! Yawning loudly, Ashley stood, popping her back. “Wow, greaaaat meeting Carlin…I normally only sleep like that after hot monkey sex!” 

    Growling, Spencer picked up her binder, angrily pushing papers back inside before stalking out of the conference room. Her frown deepened when she realized that Ashley was right behind her. “You know you’d be a lot more relaxed if you’d just…” Eyes flashing, she turned, glaring down at the smaller woman. “If I just what? Slept with you? I’m not one of those sleazy tricks you go gallivanting around with in public bathroom stalls!”

     

    Grinning, Ashley stepped back, pulling her sunglasses from her jacket pocket. “Hmm, yeah. Well, I was going to say, you’d be a lot more relaxed if you ate something.

     

    Spencer jabbed the down button, her eyes glued to the row of tiny glowing numbers over the elevator. “I could never eat around you.”

     

    “Why?”

     

    “Because you make me nauseous.”

     

    “Hmmm…that’s funny, I don’t recall mentioning food.” Blushing darkly, Spencer stepped into the elevator, blocking Ashley from entering with her body. “I’ve had just about enough from you today, Davies.”

     

    Ashley’s nose crinkled as she grinned, stepping back. “That’s okay hon…I’m going up anyway…you know to the thirty-third floor.” Spencer barely resisted the urge to scream when Ashley winked, quietly singing, “If you want my body and you think I’m sexy come on sugar let me know.”

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    1. Flippin Hilarious Girl!! Yo…Eastside!!! You know this totally reminds me of conversations we have had! Loved it of course and look forward to more! You continue to amaze me T-Dogg!!! Miss u! T

    2. Flippin Hilarious Girl!! Yo…Eastside!!! You know this totally reminds me of conversations we have had! Loved it of course and look forward to more! You continue to amaze me T-Dogg!!! Miss u! T

    3. Omg, Trism, you never cease to amaze me!! LOVED IT as always!! “Wherever a G-string becomes stuck…in an appropriately sized ass…my hands will be there to gently glide along oiled flesh…slapping as needed!” Hahaha, omg, I loved that line…May I quote you on that to put on my Myspace as quote of the year? I love you hon, please keep up the awesome job!!=D

    4. Omg, Trism, you never cease to amaze me!! LOVED IT as always!! “Wherever a G-string becomes stuck…in an appropriately sized ass…my hands will be there to gently glide along oiled flesh…slapping as needed!” Hahaha, omg, I loved that line…May I quote you on that to put on my Myspace as quote of the year? I love you hon, please keep up the awesome job!!=D

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