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“I cannot discuss it over the phone. you have to be here in person.”
“You mean at home?”
“Yes. At home.”
“Okay. I would soon be on my way then.”
“Okay. Try to come quickly.”
“Sure, sure. I will be there.”
“Good.”
“By the way, what about the lingerie?”
“What about it?”
“I wanted to know what size to get for you.”
“Chris, why not just leave that for now?”
“I should leave it? But I am holding it right here. Why should I leave it?”
“When you come you will understand.”
“But, Melissa.”
“Please, just leave it and come home. Now is not the time for such things.”
“Now is not the time for such things? What is going on, Melissa?”
“Just come home, Chris. Can you do that? Can you just come home?”
“Sure, I can do that, darling. But this lingerie. If I leave it here, I am sure that someone else is going to see it and snap it up. Can’t I at least pick it for you?”
There was a pause from her end. While he waited for her to respond, he wondered what she might be thinking. He found it hard to believe that his wife was actually contemplating whether or not to agree to his plan. Eventually, she replied. “Okay. You can buy it then.”
He clapped his hands together in glee. “Yes. I knew it. Darling, you are going to love it so much.”
“What else are you going to buy?”
“What else? How?”
“Is it just that lingerie you want to pick for me?”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking of anything else. Or do you have something else in mind?”"
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Mistress Minx & Jack.
“It’s my nature, ma’am. I always strive to achieve anything I focus on.”
She kept the resume aside to assess him again. “Really? You are that dedicated?”
“Absolutely, ma’am. I never relent and I always pursue my goals until I achieve them.”
“I see. And apart from marketing what else are you good at?”
“I can handle administrative functions, ma’am,” he replied and took note of how she had reclined in her chair. She was playing with a pen in her hand. “I can do almost anything.”
She stopped playing with the pen. “Anything?”
“Anything that is work-related, I mean.”
“What did you say was your name again?”
“Jack, ma’am.”
“If you are going to work with me, I would have to give you a test, Jack. I need to be sure that you are going to be a perfect fit for this company.”
“Of course, ma’am. I am ready for any test you have in mind.”
“And if you do pass this test and end up working for me, you are going to have to dispel with all that formality in names. I am Michelle.”
“Sure, Michelle. I understand.”
“Great. Now tell me, Jack, do you love latex?”
“Latex?”
“Yes, you do know what my company produces and sells, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, of course, I do know this, Michelle. From the little research I undertook before I came here, I see that you have lots of good latex attires and products which I believe customers would like.”"
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'Because, Betty, there are just too many clothes in that basket. My goodness. Have you taken a look at it lately?'
'Nope. You know that I am really very busy with work on my blog.'
'But that is not an excuse for you to pile up so many clothes there. I mean, it is such a huge mess that you have created there. They are already spilling out of the basket.'
Betty shrugged. 'Well, I am not surprised. I know that I have been keeping quite a lot of them there.'
'And when are you planning to get them washed?'
Betty sighed. 'That's just the problem, Claire. I don't have the time to do any washing right now.'
'Really? But you have the time to remove your clothes and pile them inside the bathroom, don't you?'
'Babe, it's not like that.'
'Ohh, it isn't like that? Then how is it, girl. Go on. Tell me how it is. Because the way I see it, you are just being lazy, dirty, or both. I mean, come on, you are a woman for goodness sake. Why are you just piling up your clothes like this?'
'Look, girl, I am not doing it deliberately. It's just that I have been too busy lately.'"
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“No problem. I understand,” he said.
“No, you don’t understand,” she said and her gaze settled on the side stool. “Wait, you haven’t even drank your coffee yet?”
“No, I haven’t. Actually, I don’t really feel like it right now.”
“You don’t feel like it? But when you arrived, I asked you which you would prefer - coffee or tea.”
He nodded. “And I chose coffee.”
“Yes. So, you don’t want the coffee? Maybe you would prefer tea instead?”
“No. Please no tea.”
“Ohh. Then juice maybe?”
He sighed heavily. “Miss, could you just leave the drinks for now? I would have asked you not to bother with anything at all. But your insistence pushed me to accept coffee, which, as you can see, I haven’t even taken.”
“Is it because it is not hot enough? Or do you prefer it cold? Or with some cream? Or milk?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all, okay? I don’t want to take anything at all, miss.”
“But that is odd, or rather unusual. Everyone does take some sort of light refreshments.”
“I know, but, honestly, that is not my concern right now.”
She smiled. “You cannot wait to meet with the MD, right?”
He nodded hastily. “That is all that matters to me right now.”
“I understand. I was once in your shoes too. The excitement is so strong and feverish. You literally cannot think of anything else.”
“Exactly. You know how I feel, don’t you?”"
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'Does this wristband match my sports attire?'
'Is this a joke or what? Darling, are you really serious?'
He nodded. 'Yeah. Of course.'
'And why is it suddenly an issue?'
'Come on, Cara. You know how I love to assess attire.'
'Thank you for reminding me that you run a big fashion house in town.'
'Cara darling, stop being sarcastic.'
'I am not being sarcastic here, baby.'
'Then why talk about my work when we are supposed to be having a tennis match.'
'Supposed to be having a tennis match. You said it, not me. Doesn’t that tell you that something is wrong, Ross? We should already be in a game, but instead we are here just talking about what I don't know.'
'You don't know? Are you saying that I am not making any sense?'
She sighed heavily. 'I never said that. All I am trying to say is can we start already?'
'Wait. Are you saying that what I am trying to point out doesn't matter?'
'What are you trying to point out?'
'You know that I can get inspiration from almost anywhere.'"
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“After the way you have harped about Halloween, you decide to celebrate it in a nice and quiet atmosphere? And at home?”
He shrugged. “Well I figured that it would be a good idea to spend the night together alone, Beth.”
“It would not work for me, Tommy.”
“Why?”
“Isn't there going to be a costume?”
He scratched his head. “Costume?”
“Yes, darling. Who doesn't know that Halloween goes with costumes?”
“Okay. That's not a problem. I would get the costumes for us.”
“And speaking of costumes, why don't we both get each other a costume?”
“What do you mean?”
“You understand what I mean. I would buy you what I would like to see you dressed up in and you can do the same for me.”
“I see. But would you have the time to do it? I mean, considering that you're going to be busy at work and all.”
“That wouldn't be a problem for me. I can shop online and have it delivered to me.”
“Okay. No problem. If you want it that way then so be it. I think that I kind of like the idea too. We can buy each other what we would love to see on each other.”"
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“That is where you are wrong, Nikki. The work we do as chefs is very intricate, detailed, and personal. We get reviewed in an instant on how good our performance is. This is very different from any other role or job that the Madame might have.”
“So?”
“If the madam wanted an investment manager, she'd simply review his past performance in a bank and expect that he'd do well in the new job. But that doesn't happen with chefs. We get assessed on the spot, not later. And a verdict would be made by our employer almost immediately, not at some future date.”
“I see. And how does that relate to you now?”
“It is obvious, Nikki. I have to stay focused and on point. I cannot jeopardize this opportunity by being big-headed with you right now.”
She gasped. “My goodness.”
“What is it?”
She pointed at him. “Is that supposed to be there?”
He looked down at himself. “What?”"
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'Are you referring to someone else, someone different from your colleague?'
'I know very well whom I am referring to. Aren't you Jasmine? My very able and trustworthy teaching colleague?'
'Well, you do know who I am. So, I better stop questioning you unnecessarily.'
'Better. So why have you been screaming after me as if I owe you something from another lifetime?'
'I didn't see you in class when I came back from the library.'
'Didn't you get the message from the Head Teacher?'
'No. What was it about?'
'She wanted to see one of us in her office as quickly as possible.'
'Really? Why?'
Carol sighed. 'If I knew I am sure that I would not be hurrying there to find out myself. Or would I?'
'No. Not at all. Can I come with you?'
'Would it make any difference if you did?'
As they both walked, a couple of pupils greeted them. They soon arrived at a door at the end of the corridor marked 'Head Teacher.' Carol knocked on it.
'Come in. The door is open,' came a voice from inside.
They both walked into a medium-sized office that had several chairs, some cabinets, and a wide desk."
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'Honey, I think this is simply going to be a waste of money for us,' he said as he reluctantly gave the sales girl his card.
'No, it is not going to be a waste, darling,' she had said. 'I believe that you will love it too.'
'Love? Why? It is just an accessory, not a person.'
'But, Don, we can still love accessories. Or don't you love your SUV?'
'Well, you are right about my SUV, Olivia. But it is only because of how useful it is to us.'
'So, you mean that this rug is not going to be as useful as the SUV?'
'How can you compare them, Olivia? We need the SUV to move around. What do we need this rug for?'
'Don't worry, my dear husband. You'll see,' she had said.
And they did get to see what she meant. Apart from beautifying their room further, it also aided their love making process."
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He grunted. “Why would I want to do that when all that is needed to resolve everything is for you to simply vacate the class and let me teach.”
She sighed. “I don’t believe this. Are you really serious? Are you even thinking of anything at all?”
“Yeah, you bet I am thinking. I am thinking of how silly and unreasonable you are, trying to deny me of my time.”
“How dare you call me silly and unreasonable, Mr. Brian. How dare you?” she fumed.
“Of course you are being unreasonable and silly. All you need to do is get out now before I lose my temper with you.”
“You cannot do anything to me, Mr. Brian. You cannot.”
He looked at the pupils and saw that they were all watching both of them in silence.
“Well? Are you now tired of making a fool of yourself?”
He turned to look at her. “I will leave the class. But it is only because I don’t want to reveal just how foolish you are.”
She chuckled. “Look at who is talking. A new teacher who does not know how stupid he had made himself appear.”
“It is you who is not only stupid, but also an idiot,” he said as he picked his folder and left.
“Coward and moron,” Natasha fired after him."
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That’s not to say that Leah was not beautiful. But she was the shy, petite beauty of a girl whereas Bella was a beautiful, gorgeous woman and would have been dubbed a maneater.
When the orientation ended, Leah gathered her things, also gathering the nerve to say hi to Bella, whom she would be stuck to for next twelve months, when Bella made it unnecessary.
“Hi Leah, I am so glad to meet you. I read your paper on the possibilities of using 3D organ models for surgery. It was amazing.”
Leah flushed but felt a bit more confident. “Hi, thanks. I thought no one read it, it felt so out there.”
Bella shook her beautiful head. “Oh no, it was brilliant.” Then she threw the most charming smile Leah had seen in her life, which, for some reason, made Leah blush. “And don’t you worry, I can see you are the shy, nervous type and you seem half out of your wits to be working under someone like Harold, but don’t worry, I have got your back. I am sure we will become great friends.”
She said everything so confidently but also so candidly that Leah believed her and actually felt her spirits lifting. And Bella was so nice that Leah couldn’t even feel justified in being jealous of her charm and beauty."
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The waiter fidgeted and twisted his fingers. 'You did, ma’am. But that was a while ago and -'
'I don't want to hear any more of your complaints,' she cut him off mid-sentence. 'Just get out of my presence right now, before I am forced to report you to your manager.'
The waiter bowed. 'As you wish, ma’am. I take my leave.'
Angela hissed as the waiter hurried away. He hadn't been gone long when another waiter came to her. He smiled and bowed his head. 'Good day, madam. How can I be of service to you?'
She crossed her legs and frowned as she regarded him with visible contempt. 'Are you any different from the one I just sent away a while ago?'
He blinked. 'Ma’am?'
'No, why not call me 'sir' instead of 'ma’am'.'
'I am sorry, madam. But I didn’t quite understand what you just said.'
She hissed aloud. 'I don't blame you. How can any of you know how best to attend to a customer when you are all ill -mannered, unprofessional, and incompetent?'"
