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I sat in the waiting room of the law office, nervously picking at my nails. I was 15 minutes early for my job interview, so I had a little bit of a wait still. I picked up my phone and texted Leslie.
"Thanks for the lead, Les! Here goes nothin!"
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed her response.
"No worries, love. You'll be great. Just remember to keep an open mind. I know you'll love this job!"
...Keep an open mind? That seemed a bit of an odd comment, considering I was just here for an Office Administration job. I shrugged it off as some well-intentioned, if misleading, advice, and looked around the waiting room.
It was a nice place, that's for sure. Dark brown leather chairs, glass tables, gleaming tile floors. The secretary sat behind a huge desk, behind her on the wall a waterfall sculpture that descended into the pond below, where Koi and goldfish swam lazily. The thought of how much they must pay their employees excited me, while at the same time increased my nervousness. I really needed this job.
"Deanne?", chirped the secretary. "Mr. Stevenson will see you now. You can go on in."
I thanked the secretary and stood up, smoothing my pencil skirt to ensure there were no creases or wrinkles from sitting on the leather chair. I moved towards to the large, double doors across from the waiting room and knocked gently before entering.
My first impression was to drop my jaw at the beauty of the office. If I had thought the waiting room was something -- this was spectacular. It was huge, the back wall made entirely of windows that overlooked the city. Tall shelves of books decorated one side of the office, while the other side boasted a chaise lounging chair, a small mini bar with an impressive selection of Scotch, and a large TV screen inserted into the wall. Mr. Stevenson stood behind his immense desk in front of the windowed wall, smiling and welcoming me in.
"Miss.Emerson? Thank you so much for coming in. Welcome!" He extended his hand and I shook it, immediately at ease in front of this man. There was something about him that was indeed welcoming, as well as friendly and warm. His handshake was firm but gentle, which I took as a good sign.
He looked to be in his late 40's, but still very attractive. Brown hair in a clean cut, with grey beginning to show a bit at the temples. Eyes that sparkled and the most sexy dimples I had ever seen on a man. My nervousness returned.
"Thank you so much for seeing me, Mr.Stevenson." I said, as I took the seat in front of his desk that he offered. He waited for me to sit, then returned to his wingback chair, taking a seat and leaning over the desk, his hands intertwined over his many papers.
"Of course, Miss.Emerson. You come very highly recommended from Miss.Winters. How do yo know her, exactly? She said you used to be co-workers?"
"Yes, Leslie and I used to work together at a small law firm, years ago. She's a wonderful person and now one of my good friends."
"She is indeed. A good worker, too. We'll miss her here, but of course we understand that life goes on. Especially for an expectant Mother!"
We continued in that vain for some time, chit-chatting and discussing my resume. There was little on it, but it showed my loyalty to the companies that I had worked for by the simple fact that I had worked there for so long. He seemed a bit more interested in my personal details, asking me questions such as was I married or in a relationship (no), was I relatively healthy (yes), or what I liked to do to keep happy and physically fit (yoga and swimming). At first I thought these questions a bit unnecessary and perhaps too personal, but he was so nice and professional I figured it was just idle curiousity and he was making conversation, perhaps gleaning information about my character. After a little while, he sat back and smiled.
"Well, Miss.Emerson, I have to say, I am impressed so far. I think you'd be an excellent fit here. I must ask you though, did Miss. Winters give you any idea as to what this job entails?"
"In all honesty Mr.Stevenson, not really. She mentioned that it was a sort of administrative job, and that I would ensure all the lawyers and law officers that worked here would have whatever they needed, and help in any way I can. That certainly sounds like something I am qualified for!"
He smiled, and said "I have no doubt that you are qualified, Miss.Emerson. However, I have a feeling this job isn't exactly what you think it might be."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I stammered a small "...oh?" and waited for him to continue.
He stared at me for a moment, and I found myself staring back, trying not to think about his dimples.

"Miss. Emerson, we here at Stevenson