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she arrived to meet Trisha she was surprised to see the woman was as old as Skye at twenty-two and looking friendly with her large features. “I’m Trisha Galvin, Mr. Newman’s assistant. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Patterson. I’ve spoken to your references you gave and they are pleased with your work. I’m delighted to say we’ve accepted your contract terms and willing to work with you.”
    Trisha led her to a huge richly decorated executive conference room that looked about as big as her.
    “Have a seat please,” Trish said pointing to a chair near the end of the table.
    The conference room seated about twenty-five nicely with the most comfortable chairs Skye had ever sat in.
    Skye tried not to sound nervous when she asked, “Mr. Newman will be present?”
    “He’s not scheduled.”
    “Can I ask how you heard of my service? I usually pass my card out and solicit mainly to the medical fields and such.”
    “I received your card from a friend.” Trish didn’t say the friend was Thaddeus, but the woman was too sincere not to sound tricky. The assistant continued, “Mr. Newman has large contracts and I am usually in charge of typing them.” She sat across from Skye with a general look of curiosity on her face.
    Skye knew she would like working with Trisha. She was nice and honest when she spoke.
    “With more and more contracts proposed to Mr. Newman it is becoming tedious for me to keep up with my typing duties and still be his assistant. Your services would be appreciated in this area. What I need to know from you is if you had any experience with contractual work?”
    “Mostly on a medical basis and I know how government contracts are. I’m sure with normals and samples I can adjust. I’d like to do an example for practice and just so you can see if I do understand.”
    “That can be arranged,” Trisha. “I have templates of many of them on my computer and I can give you several examples. Mr. Newman’s wordings are simple to pick up and most times he transcribes on micro cassette.”
    “So is contract work all I will be required to type?”
    “Maybe letters and proposals. This and that. I will make sure there aren’t any surprises.”
    Skye looked relieved. “I am just honored you chose me. Mr. Newman’s company is successful and I do find something different a challenge.”
    Trish sat back with a very serious look. “Now I would like to discuss prices.”
    Skye reached in her brief and pulled out her price sheet she used regularly for customers. Just as she was about to pass it to Trisha, the double doors to the conference room opened and Skye felt she couldn’t breathe. He walked in looking just as sexy in a dark gray Versace suit as he did the other day. Good Lord, he wasn’t scheduled! Control yourself, Skye, she ordered herself.
    “Mr. Newman,” Trisha said looking surprised. “I thought you wouldn’t be here?”
    “I was finished with Mr. Blake and decided to work during lunch at the office. Lyn told me you were still meeting with Ms Patterson.” He looked at her now and outstretched his hand. “How do you do, Ms Patterson?”
    She stood up and shook his hand. If she just put on professional heirs she would be able to handle herself and not vomit.
    “Hello.” Her tone was stiff and monotonous.
    “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” He leaned forward so she was forced to meet his eyes.
    “Yes. We have.” She stepped back on purpose not wanting to be in his proximity for long. Deliberately avoiding his eyes was hard without being outright rude. She put on her reading glasses to give him the allure she actually needed them to see, therefore giving her the opportunity to get away from him, and not make complete eye contact.
    He frowned which she thought it was because he couldn’t remember. Of course he wouldn’t. Quickly she explained. “In the parking lot the other day. I dropped my grocery bag and you brought it to me. I appreciate it.”
    “Anytime. Please have a