Anna had not accepted the invitation just for the money, though. From the tournament of two years ago, she remembered the great time she had had shopp...ing in the exclusive local Super Mall. All the players would get the opportunity to shop around in that palace of decadence. It seemed like the pinnacle of the world's haute couture, jewelry and other lifestyle-stuff was gathered there. Truly the favourite habitat for the expensive Russian. And in return for a couple of pictures of her checking. “My five-year plan? Am I interviewing for yet another job at your company?”Abbey picked up an onion ring from the communal bowl. “Yes and no. I do want to learn where you would like to steer your career. I also want to see if your next five years are more exciting than mine.”“You first,” Will said from the other side of their two-person booth in the half-full diner.“Expand the business, so we can serve new clientele. I'm sure that there are women who earn less than seven figures a year who. When it took her a second to answer you knew it was. The next half hour was spent with you asking for an explanation and her asking for you to let it go and forgive her. You can’t do that and she gets angry and begins yelling at you for being stubborn and not willing to understand.“Well if that’s how you’re going to be why are you dating me?”“I’m not any more” you reply trying to keep your voice neutral.“What?” she asks shocked.“I said I’m not. We’re done. Just don’t take it out on Jenna. She’s. “Do you mind if I get changed into something more comfortable?” she asked. “I don’t normally make a habit of sitting around in my work clothes.” “By all means,” I said. “This is your house.” I sat down on the sofa while Florence went down the hall to her bedroom to get changed. I picked up a photograph from the coffee table and examined it. It was a photo of her as a child, dressed in her Sunday best, her dark hair in two short and stubby little pigtails, ribbons tied in her hair and a cheeky.
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