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doing, and at one point late in the morning they both lost their shirts. I stared, stunned by the strength in the two men's bodies, for a full five minutes before returning to work. So I told myself to pull myself together and stop thinking about men - one more than the other - and get back to work. I had selected at least forty applications, twelve of which received preferential treatment since they were already working for GQ and I thought it would be best to hire from within before the two men waltzed through the door. I had an old, dilapidated fan blowing on me, and the two men came and stood between me and the fan. I grimaced as his scent was blown towards me. "First thing to do," I told the two men. "It's fixing this place. And air conditioning. Because otherwise people will leave their jobs in this heat." GQ snorted. "You're not afraid of a little sweat, are you?" he teased me. I gave him a neutral look. "I'm fine with the sweat," I told him. "But also..." I looked at the thermometer that was on the wall for some reason. "32nd now, and it's only eleven in the morning. Not even the hottest part of the day. These are not safe working conditions and you know it. If you hire someone older than me, it will be a breaking point for them." "Then let's hire young people," he suggested. I rolled my eyes. "Like this isn't illegal or something." He smiled, then gestured to the pile of applications in front of me. "You can start calling them and setting up interviews. Work with them when you can. And you are right. Do the interviews at the local coffee shop." I looked at him curiously. "I have no way of getting to the cafe in town unless you want to pay me to walk there. And that takes me about forty-five minutes." He squinted. "You can take my truck while you work." I didn't argue. It seemed like a good idea. Furthermore, arriving at the city with a vehicle would give me a chance to get some supplies. "Deal," I said. "When do you want me to start doing this?" He looked at the clock. "Now." I rolled my eyes and looked at the man next to GQ. He was silent during our exchange, observing but not interrupting. When he saw he had my attention, he tilted his head and looked. "You are hungry?" he a