Besides, they had all played that HR game.Crystal heard her phone chime. She touched a button to make sure she looked "presentable", mostly that her h...air wasn't a mess, then pressed ."This is Crystal."The screen on her monitor blinked and showed her caller, the Receptionist. "Your 10:00 is here, ma'am." I'll be right there."She killed the connection, then put the cover over the camera lens. She had insisted HR send her all job applicants, not just the ones they liked. Everyone had learned that. Half our belongings were in the new house, and the other half were in the rental house that Mama had gotten for us to store our things. All the women wanted to buy new furniture and home decorations. I left all those decisions up to them, but I did lead by example, by returning my old office furniture back to my newly rebuilt office, as soon as it was ready to be re-occupied.Bea and Aunt Clara had moved back into Mildred's house, right after the funeral took place. While they seemed to get. He waggled his fingers at me behind Susan’s back and I laughed as I saw his face lighting up in love and happiness as I responded.Susan let go and hugged his arm as he pushed his trolley. He stopped again and as Susan at last let him loose, he enclosed me in a bear hug, kissing my cheek then my lips. The three of us left the terminal and I led them to my car. As I threaded my way through the traffic around the International airport, Susan had non-stop questions for her Daddy about what he had. Or maybe, she just isn’t your type.”“She is though ... I think,” the outwardly confident yet inwardly shy teen spoke in a hushed tone, finally breaking his silence.“You just playin hard to get?” Dillon quizzed with a screwed up face.“I have no idea what to do, or say ... or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I’ve tried I sounded like an idiot. So I just ignore it and change the subject.”“Dude!” Dillon was gobsmacked. “All.