While he does that Dot calls Betty and she gets her started on looking for office space.Managing HelpDuring these talks Monica has been in and out, as... per her usual day. Seeing the talks are ending she asks Mandy and Dot, “Mind if I suggest a possible office manager for you?” They both wave a hand for her to continue. “I’ve a cousin with an MBA who’s hit the glass ceiling in her current workplace so she’s looking for a more challenging job. I’m sure she can do the work. Where can I get her to. For example, "Quel dommage!" If translated word for word, would be "what damage!", but it actually means "what a pity!" or "What a shame!"; but "Quel malheur" also translates as "what a pity", or "how unfortunate!", so there is seldom direct one-to one correlation with languages."Ebenezer mused, "What about translating texts? That doesn't require the same immediacy."Euphemia was interested. "Yes, I could do that, I suppose. Why? Do you have work prospects already?" In a way. The Personalia have. ”I moved back in close again and brushed her hair back and ran a hand down to her breasts. I could feel her shallow breathing as she tried to hide her excitement. I kissed her on the mouth parting those moist soft supple lips and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. In no time at all, I had the palm of my hand up her skirt and pressing against her panties on her moistening pussy.“wait” she said walking into the back room. “we should punch out first”“sure no sex on company time right. That's what we'll have to find out!"Then she bid me a little farewell, saying she wanted to be with her mortal being. Interesting thought. My mortality had ended and it was almost like feeling I was without a home. Marilyn had a home to return to. Where was I to go?I can say for all intents and purposes, I was no longer, but yet, I was still here. I figured, like Marilyn's Spirit, I could go anywhere. So I did.Now the next part is super weird. I just thought that I should wander over to check.