Without herunderstanding of the business though she knew that they would fail.She'd watched as both the fake Lauren and her own duplicate had readiedt...hemselves for their relative events that evening. Her impersonator wasreally quite good she conceded and even Marcus the big dope hadn't workedout she was a fake, but the girl impersonating Lauren had her flaws.Perhaps when Marcus met her tomorrow after the ball he would smell a rat.With the departure of the fake Jasmine with her husband, Jasmine. Do you remember your sixteenth birthday party when Mom put on music and you were all dressed in that frilly, white satin dress?" With the lace? Yes, I remember." You looked so beautiful that night and you danced with every boy there. Including Eddie." Eddie Buchanan?" Ellen laughed. "God, I hadn't thought of him in years. What was it you called him? Albert something?" Alfred E. Neuman." Yes," Ellen laughed, her blue eyes reflecting her memories as she smiled with her thoughts of that long ago. “You're just saying that because I am your boss,” Lauren smiled. “I have seen how some guys see me.” She shook her head. “They think I am a heartless bitch!” “Which you like,” I replied. She nodded. She did like it. It kept people on edge around her. We sat in her office until just after 8pm. Mainly we just talked about the job. As well as her getting back on her feet. The next day things were back to normal. “Morning,” I said as she came off the elevator. “Morning,” she replied with a smile. I. Anita’s hand nudged Elena’s as she fitted herself smoothly against me on the other side. ‘Plenty for both of us, boss. Are you going to pull rank or is this a democratic orgy?’ I twisted my head and kissed her hard. ‘I’m in charge, and if you disobey the punishment will be severe.’ Her body squirmed against mine and she slid her leg over my thigh, forcing her mons against my hip bone. ‘I might take you up on that.’ Their laughter faded and we lay quietly, their hands curled over my prick,.