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frowned at Carrie. “Did you at least get my data processed before you abandoned
me?”
    “Yes. I didn’t mean to dessert you. I thought you’d
dismissed me…polite ly, after I overstepped my boundaries with your client.”
    “And I rescued her from Greg’s stress. He had her inputting
client specs.”
    Jeff grimaced. “I hope you failed his request. Otherwise,
you could be stuck doing them for the rest of your life.”
    “No worries. Carrie and I called the software manufacturer
and they gave us a link to their manual, which shows how to create input
interfaces. By tomorrow, everyone can fill out their own.”
    “Wonderful,” Jeff muttered and pulled Carrie from the room.
He led her to an empty office and closed the door. “I’m not going to be your
pimp, so if you plan to conduct business using sex as your advantage, you need
to stay the hell away from my clients.”
    Carrie struggled to make sense of his words. “Dear God, what
did I say or do to make Mr. Harmon think such a thing?”
    The anger in Jeff’s eyes faded. “I didn’t see anything.
However, once you left the room, he asked me to send you to his office tonight.
When I insisted I could handle his needs, he admitted what he wanted handled
required a woman.”
    “Oh, God!” Carrie’s hands fluttered. Dan had promised her
sex was not part of the job.
    Jeff rubbed his temple. “Once I got over the embarrassment
of having offered myself to the man, I asked him why he thought you would do
such a thing.”
    “And?”
    “He said your former boss has a harem of girls and, while
he’d never had you before, he believed you one of them.”
    “Trent doesn’t have a harem!”
    “Don’t yell at me. I just wanted you to know what he said.”
    “The guy’s a jerk and a liar.”
    “I find him most reliable.”
    “What the hell do you mean?”
    His hands flew up in surrender. “You know what? I’m sorry I
said anything. However, I don’t want you around my clients in the future, so
tell Greg to find you someone else.”
    As he turned to leave, Carrie gripped his arm. “I’m sorry.
I had no right to kill the messenger. But I worked so hard to turn Trent’s
company around, and yes, the new sales people are pretty young women, but I
trained them. They know their job. They can determine a client’s needs in
chairs and describe both the Lancaster products and the equivalent of the
competitors.”
    “Good for them.” He once again tried to leave.
    “Jeff, I want to train under you. You are far superior to
any of the others I’ve met. Give me another chance. I won’t talk to the
customers if you don’t want me to. But I need to learn how to do the job right.”
    He ran his long fingers through his hair. “All right, but
you cannot tell any more customers you worked at Lancaster Chairs.”
    She opened her mouth to reiterate no pimping occurred at Lancaster
Chairs, but realized it didn’t matter. He wanted a promise she could give. “I
will never mention its name again.
    In between clients, Carrie rushed back to Destiny’s office
and recorded more data, on occasion locating a glitch in the process, which
they would fix together.
    Thus, by the end of the day, not only had she sat in on
five client meetings, getting an excellent perspective on handling the customers,
but she’d inputted all the client specs, and they’d debugged the new interface.
She and Destiny returned the paper docs to Greg. Carrie placed them in his ‘to
file’ tray, while Destiny showed him the new input page.
    For a moment, he remained silent. In fact, he almost looked
angry. After a deep breath, he spoke with intense control. “Destiny, if you
knew how to do this, why didn’t you do it before now?”
    Destiny’s eyes rounded in outrage. “I didn’t know how to do
anything in this software. If a manual ever existed, it disappeared before I
arrived. However, Carrie suggested we call the manufacturer and after fifteen
minutes of pass the potato, someone final