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It’s just fantasies Fantasies that will have no life Fantasies that only belong in private ers, my toys, my showerhead Eventually, I’ll have someone new, someone ill steal my heart and take over hts

I reach and turn the handheld off, closingunder the overhead’s hot spray

A month later, the woman sits quietly before me, her heels crossed at the ankles, her hands in her lap She is a few years younger than me, and I can see it in her innocence, her nervous eyes, the tap of her dark nails against her black jeans, the fidget with her smartwatch I look down at her resuraphic designer job I ask about her current eentle knock on ," Trey’s voice fills ," I say h in a few roan "Ms Cone, this is Trey Marks, our owner Trey, this is Chelsea Cone"

"We’ve met before" He extends a hand and she rises to her feet, her cheeks flaring bright pink I watch in interest "It’s nice to see you again Thank you for co and I look at Trey

"I’m almost done here, Trey"

"Of course" He se of some kind, but I miss it "Could you see me when you wrap up? There’s an issue with the Brazil order, I just need you to look at it"

The ‘Brazil order’ is our code So’s events, the outstanding issues, all of the things thatI nod "I’ll be there shortly"

When he leaves, the color in her cheeks fades to normal, her return to her seat almostokay?"

"Yes I’htheaded"

I close the binder holding her resuest candidate so far, and I choose my words carefully, my mind distracted by Trey and his Brazil order "Thank you for co in We’ll make a decision on this position by the end of the week"

She rises, and I walk her to reception, then head straight to Trey’s office

"What’s wrong?" I pull the door closed, thinking of our factory ship patent on our new hook closures, the civil lawsuit against our silk manufacturer

"Don’t hire her" He sits in his leather office chair, one elbow on the ar with the stubble on his jaw

It is so unexpected that it takes me a moment to catch up "Who? Chelsea?"

"Yes"