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sure, a fact that even I couldn’t deny: she was
very much an attractive woman, disgustingly so. She was a brunette,
her make-up was always flawless, and her breasts seemed to be a
perfect C-cup: not too big and not too small. She had a great body
and was not afraid to show it off. She mostly wore skirts, several
inches above the knee, a stark contrast to the type of skirts I
wore. She always wore a different pair of great looking heels every
day of the week––I don’t think I’ve ever seen the same pair
twice––accentuating a gorgeous pair of legs. She looked like a woman , and I was slightly jealous of her, but not
completely. I had the better personality, I was the better overall
person and I never let her get to me. But now, she was testing
me.
    She had her fingers running through Charles’
hair. I was never the jealous type, but when I walked in and saw
that, something went off in my head, like a hammer hitting a nail,
no, something much more aggressive, like a mallet hitting a gong. I
walked over to my desk and tried not to pay either of them any
mind; I was still a little sore at Charles for leaving without
saying anything. Then she walked over to my side of the desk and
sat her ass on it. I wanted to knock her off, but I kept my
composure.
    “Well, hello there Katherine. You’re
looking…”––she looked me up and down––“…Well, you know, how you
usually look.”
    “Hello Vanessa.” I tried to make it sound as
unwelcoming as I could. “I trust you had a nice vacation.”
    “Have you known anyone to go to the France
for a month, and come back having anything but the time of their
lives? When you were there, did you have anything less than a
fabulous time?”
    “I’ve never been there,” I said with a tiny
growl.
    “Of course you haven’t,” she said, trying to
make it sound like it was under her breath, but she obviously
wanted me to hear it. “I trust you’ve met Charles.”
    “Yeah, we met yesterday,” Charles said.
    “Oh, and what do you think of our little
Katherine here?” she asked him.
    “Very enjoyable and very talented,” he said,
and he looked at me in an apologetic way with his adorable
eyes.
    “I suppose she’s all right, definitely
passable,” she said, and I shot her a look that could kill a large
mammal.
    “Oh, Katherine, you know I’m only kidding.
I’ve brought you back a souvenir. In fact, I brought one for
everybody. And even though I’ve just met you Chuckie, I may even
have something left over for you. Let me go get it,” she said and
she scurried off to her desk. Charles leaned over and peered behind
his computer at me.
    “So, getting acquainted with Vanessa I see,”
I whispered, jealously. What was wrong with me? But he ignored my
statement and said, “I hope you aren’t mad at me. You just looked
so peaceful so I didn’t want to wake you.”
    “You suck!” I said. I didn’t know what else
to say. What he did was quite thoughtful and I didn’t really have
any reason to be sore at him.
    “I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like
that next time.”
    “Next time? My, how presumptuous of you,
assuming there will even be a next time.” I said, and he smiled at
me and I smiled back letting him know that there would definitely
be a next time.
    “Did you get a chance to check out that
font?”
    “No, not yet, I…” Vanessa had returned with
her souvenir making me lose my train of thought. She placed a small
box of chocolates on my desk, and she went around to Charles’ side
and placed one on his as well.
    “Well, you’re in luck Chuckie. I did have a
little something extra for you.”
    “Thanks a lot Vanessa, I appreciate it.”
    “No problem Chuckie.”
    “Actually Vanessa, I don’t really like that
name. I just have a bad memory associated with it,” he told her.
Yeah, you tell that bitch, Chuck.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend
you.”
    “No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
    “The last thing I want to