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"Dinner? That's too far from now." You grab Amber's ass in public and she blushes. She's dressed casually in tight jeans and a t-shirt and hoodie. Leading her by the hand, you head into the Tribune building and the security guard waves you through with a smile. No doubt he recognizes you as the star of the Tribune by now.

"Where are we going?" Amber asks.

"My office."

When you exit the elevator doors into the newsroom, Amber looks around and she seems pretty impressed. Several co-workers greet you as you walk by to your office. You nod, though you can't remember any of their names. As you and Amber are about to enter your office, Amanda approaches from behind.

"Morning John! Laura mentioned that you might be coming in a little later. Is there anything I can help you with?" the chirpy assistant asks. She eyes the beautiful young woman holding your hand.