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"I'm really sorry ma'am, but I can't have you visit me here at home." I reply.

"Why not?" Sheila answers in a slightly raised voice.

"Okay ma'am. I'll be in your office in an hour."

"That's better," Sheila says. "Make it thirty minutes."

"I'll try to," I say, hanging up.

I arrive at Sheila's office in forty minutes. "She's not here right now," says Rose, her secretary. Rose is dressed in a dark blue pantsuit. "She's says you have to proceed to the tenth floor, room 17... and she's bitching about your always being late."

"Okay," I say, glancing back at Rose before heading for the elevator. She has her back towards me as she extracts a folder from the filing cabinet. Her pants don't show any panty lines.

"Wait," Rose says, coming after me. "I also have some documents to deliver to the tenth floor, room 3. I wait for her to enter the elevator before depressing the button for the tenth floor. "It's quite warm in here," Rose says, unbuttoning her jacket and revealing a leopard-print cami inside.

"You've been with Sheila for over three years... is she always like that?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"So, you've been keeping tabs on everyone?" Rose asks, surprised. "And you know I've been with her for three years?... Well, ... I think that's really how she has been for the past three years."

"Not really everyone," I say sheepishly. "Just the interesting ones."

"So you find me interesting? What's interesting about me?" I notice a slight blush on her pale skin.

"First, most of Sheila's secretaries last for only six months. You've broken that record." I say with a smile.

"And... what else do you find interesting about me?" Rose says, moving a step towards me.