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Tiffany rounds the corner on the International offices and makes her way to Trudy's. She opens the door to find Trudy's secretary, Michael, shuffling through several different piles of papers. Poor guy, Trudy piles the work on him just to spite him. He's not the brightest guy yet he's sweet and not too hard on the eyes. Tall, sandy blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and big hands that leave any woman biting her lip.

"Michael! Hello. Is Trudy in? I'm needing another copy of that file you brought me."

"Oh? Hi Tiffany. No, she's out. Won't be back for a while, meeting that reporter guy..."

Damn it! The clock is ticking!