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A bit unnerved after the meeting and still smarting from the “no more sleeping with clients” and the “Sluts” error, Mary Lou sat in her office. She brought up her computer to look at her client messages. Happy cruising to me! I can’t wait to get out of here.

Mary Lou was about to shut down her computer when a message flashed up. It was from Joe, asking her to come to his office.

When she got there, the strange man from the sales meeting sat across from Joe.

Joe stood as she entered the room. “Mary Lou, I’d like to introduce our new salesman. This is Denny Adams.”

Denny stood. His handshake felt firm and sure.

She smiled. “Welcome to International Enterprises.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Denny’s slight Southern drawl sounded endearing and a little condescending. “You’re the number one in sales. Congratulations.”

“Oh, yes. I saw you at the meeting.”

Denny chuckled. “Walt just couldn’t wait for me to get on board. He asked me to stop by and observe the meeting. It was very interesting.”

Joe sat, and Mary Lou and Denny sat across from his desk. “Mary Lou, I wanted you to meet Denny right away because he’s eager to know more about what goes on here. You’re probably the best one to show him the ropes, since you’ve been here over five years.” He looked at Denny. “I started three years ago, and I’m still getting information from Mary Lou.”

Denny leaned back and looked Mary Lou up and down. “Next week’s going to be a ‘short’ week, pardon the pun.”

Mary Lou grimaced.

Denny continued, “Walt says the office will be shut down Monday for Martin Luther King Day. Maybe you could come in for a few hours Monday morning and help me get oriented.”

Joe’s forehead wrinkled. “Denny, the office is closed. No one will be here. I don’t think—”

“Walt said she’d be happy to help out,” Denny interrupted. “Now come on. She could come in Monday, at least for part of the day.”

Joe, still frowning, said, “That’s not—”

“Let her decide. What about it, Mary Lou. You’re a team player, aren’t you?”

I’m better than a team player. Mary Lou shrugged. “Sure, I can come in a few hours on Monday. I’ll have to leave by noon. I’m having dinner with family.”

Denny smiled at Joe and then looked back at her. “Sure. I didn’t know you were married.”

She felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck. “I am not married. I still have a life.” She tried to keep her tone even on the second sentence.

Denny slapped his knee. “All right, then. See you Monday at eight!”