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a penthouse that was bought off-plan, but the buyer has just pulled out.  I told Mr Jacobs about it and he’s interested in seeing it.  I mentioned that I thought you would be the best person for the job.”
    “Me?” I asked, shocked.
    “Yes, and why not?  I think you’ve been doing exceptionally well these past three weeks.  I have every confidence that you will be able to deal with him—as always—in your efficient, professional, and pleasant manner.”
    I smiled from ear to ear at Jonathan’s compliment.  “Okay.”
    “Excellent.  Let me know your schedule for tomorrow and I will call Mr Jacobs to make further arrangements.”  He pulled his elbows off the table, ending our little meeting. I thanked him and excitedly made my way back to my desk.
    “What’s put that smile on your face?” Shelly asked.
    “I’m meeting the famous Mr Jacobs tomorrow.”  I was so giddy at the prospect; I forgot how this might affect Shelly.  I think I would be pissed off if some newbie came along and snapped up all the high end clients.  As it turned out, Shelly was a very unselfish person in that respect.  She just high fived me and wished me luck.
    Upon checking my schedule, I could see an availability at twelve o’clock.  I had a viewing for the same penthouse at two, and I thought it only fair that our VIP gets to see it first.  I told Jonathan and he was pleased.  He soon confirmed the appointment via email and told me that Mr Jacobs would meet me here.
    “That’s unusual,” I said out loud.
    “What’s that?” Shelly asked.
    “I thought Mr Jacobs always met at the property?”
    Shelley’s head snapped up.  “He does.  That’s why I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting him,” she giggled.
    “He’s coming here, tomorrow, at twelve o’clock.”
    Shelly could hardly contain her excitement.  She was certainly desperate to see this famous ‘man-whore’, as she called him.
     
    I thought my day was going pretty well until Jonathan called me back in the office.  I walked in and he looked like a man who was about to receive a telling off.  I didn’t like where this was going.
    “Take a seat, dear Angelina.  I think you’ll need to sit down.”
    “What is it?” I asked, now concerned.  A million things were flying around my head right about now. 
    “Miss Charmers has just been on the phone.  She wants to see that house again and she insists on you showing it to her.” 
    I tried speaking, but Jonathan just put his hands up to stop me.  “I tried telling her that you were fully booked, but she still insisted.”
    “Fuck!” I blurted.  I looked up to meet Jonathan’s eyes and I could see that little cocked eyebrow telling me off.  “Sorry,” I said, begging him to forgive me.  “If I’m fully booked, I’m fully booked.  What can she really expect us to do?” I was pleading now and I knew it, but I could see that Jonathan called me in here for a reason, and it wasn’t just to tell me I wouldn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to.
    “Angelina, she is one of our biggest clients.  I know you thought she tried it on with you, but you can’t say that for certain, can you?  Besides, you have obviously made quite an impression on her.  It’s not the normal procedure for someone like yourself willing to turn down such high commission if she decides to buy.”
    I looked angrily at Jonathan, but I knew there was no way of getting out of this.  It was four o’clock already and I didn’t have any other appointments scheduled, so I couldn’t really say no.
    I sighed deeply.  “Okay, but if she touches my arse again, I’m off.”  I stood there with my hands on hips, having a right old dolly strop.  All Jonathan did was laugh and shake his hands in front of him.
    “Of course, of course.  It’s a deal,” he said, chuckling.
    I very reluctantly rang Miss Charmers to schedule her in for five o’clock.  All the while, Shelly was giggling in the background.  She was