Make plans to take a cab

You call for a cab.

The guy on the phone says, "He'll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready, 'cause he don't like to wait."

Then, the phone clicks as he hangs up.

"Hmmm...kinda rude," you say.

Now what to do about money.... hmmm...

You look around the office and 3 rows down you see Paulson's sweaty head over his desk as he rushes to complete his newly acquired work.

Paulson is single and probably lives with his parents. He should have money.

You undo a couple of buttons atop your shirt-- yeah, pretty **** for Paulson, but this plan has to work. Slowly you walk by him as if to pay him no heed. You know he's checking you out. For the hundredth time, he's noticing how you fit in your skirt; he's noticing how perfectly everything wraps around you.

Then, you turn back around and approach him.

"Oh Paulson dear..." you say, leaning in close, tighting your breasts together between your arms as you flatten your hands against his desk.

He returns you a look that is not so welcoming.

"Paulson. You have the opportunity for being my hero of the night."

That makes him smile.

"I don't have enough cab money. Think you could lend me some?"

"Look, Emily, I don't think I can--"

You stop him right away.

"--Please, Paulson. I need to get home, and you don't want me to have to walk all that way alone. It could be dangerous."

You take his hand. "Please, just for me. You can do this Paulson. You are always nice to me."

"Yes, I am always nice to you. And, since I am, why can't you be nice to me?" he says.

"I am!"

"Then, why do you refuse me when I offer to take you somewhere?"

"I-I don't. It's just always bad timing Paulson. But...I won't refuse you now, we can go somewhere. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"Of course!" I say, squeezing his overgrown hand with my two little ones.

"Okay, then that's settled," he says, "I have just one other proposal."

Uh oh. You're pretty sure this isn't going to be good.

You shoot him a look of concern, "What is it Paulson?"