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she so easily gets away with playing games, and admitting it to potential associates, than I can't imagine getting a job here is all that hard.
                  They must be an up and coming company. It definitely doesn't remind me of the stock markets I see in movies. Then again, those are movies... and usually all based in New York City.
              When the elevator dings, I stand up and drag my hands along my pants to smooth them out quickly. I look up as the doors slide open. My eyes first get a glimpse at the absolute most polished pair of black dress shoes I've ever seen. Slowly I take in the crisp charcoal suit, fitting so perfectly to a man that looks anything but Wall Street worthy.
              By the time my eyes reach his mouth, it widens into a bloodthirsty smile, revealing painfully white teeth. His eyes look both greedy and humorous. The back of his hair is shaved while the top of his hair is longer, styled off to the side. He is younger than I expected... and much more handsome.
              Except, I can't think that.
              I ignore the hormones of a young female. Instead I smile at the man standing before me.
              "Ms. Donovan?"
              "Yes," I tell him. I step forward and extend my hand.
              We exchange a firm handshake as he introduces himself. "I'm Roman. Roman Pelletier."
              "It's nice to meet you Mr. Pelletier."
              I swear I see a sparkle in his eye. "Please, Roman is fine."
              And that voice! Oh that voice!
              What is wrong with me? I just had a lustful session of love making last night with Blaise. I need to wake up, stand tall, and stop drooling over every man that smiles at me.
              I follow Roman into the elevator, which takes us to the third floor where his office is. I sit down in the seat offered and watch Roman walk around to his side of the office table. He has a confidence in his stride that I've never seen before. Especially with someone so young.
              He looks older than me, just not by much. I doubt he could be in his thirties yet. Close, but not yet. I'm curious now though.
              "So you're a friend of Blaise's?" he asks casually.
              He stares at me with those fierce brown eyes. It’s intimidating.
              "Yes, I am."
              "May I ask how you two know each other?"
              His arms cross. This feels more intense than it should. I feel beads of sweat forming along my hair line.
              "We actually just met recently. We're still getting to know each other."
              I feel sort of like a coward for not mentioning that we've been on a few dates now. I'm not even sure why I didn't mention that we're slowly yet surely becoming more than just friends.
              "I see." He looks down at a paper in front of him before those eyes lock to mine again. "He gave you a great recommendation." It ends there. Like I should know what to say.
              "Oh." Probably not the best response, but honestly, what am I supposed to say? This is even worse than I imagined it would be!
              Roman examines me for a moment before he speaks again. "Do you know what we do here?"
              I wish I could say yes to that. I mean, yes, I know it has stuff to do with buying and selling, crunching numbers, knowing details of other stock markets, paying attention to computers and programs. I also know that is just a jist of what is done in the offices. "Sort of. I mean, it is a stock market. I know what anyone else would know."
              He looks way too entertained by my answer. Or... by me?