More Than Desire

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Persistent itching. His guy was next to me, and he "discreetly" slipped his hand inside his underwear, straighten

etary spilled coffee on me. But then, mr. Sheppard called me

nt and the campaigns we worked on outside the agency, we didn't tell our secretaries anything. Campaigns, presentations, and everything else

, holding a black folder. Mr. O'Donnell appeared shortly thereafter, and Alan s

to get up, and stepped forward, straightening my suit

buy these bi

t you, sir. He looked at me and squeezed my hand. His palm was sweaty, an

, the man shook his hand.

nd sitting in the chair at the far end. "Let's start at once,

but apparently the man was desperate. His company was failing, and

d, paunchy, and with glaring eyes, the kind you only find in cartoons. Their deep-bottle glasses made it triple the size of their eyeballs, so they were always on the lookout. Alan covered his

d said, opening the folder he placed on the table. He took from there some images I did for the TwikyPikles campaig

his chair, adj

w figure. I shrugged. I turned my attention to Mr. O'Donnell

taurant. The waiter came over and I took the menu. I glanced at the available dishes, but shrugged my shoulders and decreed that I didn't want anything. Alan imitated

for a few minutes and asked for the bill. I was looking forward to it. My heart

and said which performance they liked best. Mr. O'Donnell liked mine, and between hunches and snippets, we

thing. Alan and I had equal rights, but I still felt wronge

en, that my pres

receiving a strong, firm handshake. — I hope to resp

eyes from my sid

my elbow. He yelled a resound

e said goodbye and I saw the man walk away, dragging

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heppard, who w

didn't look at me, and I continued wa

the account could offer us, it mattered what the customer could offer us. He stopped and faced me, putting his ha

ked away and disappeared. Alan came u

I won t

and gave him t