Until the one at the end.The card unlocked it. It was a small conference room, with a screen on the end wall, a projector on a table, and three rows o...f chairs.They looked around the room, but there wasn’t much else. A cupboard with a few items of stationery, two empty tables, a water thingy, a bin, and that was about it. Sophie looked again at the projector. What was that sticking out? A USB drive.A USB drive!! She took it, obviously. Then, realising they were tired out, they went down back to. ” I said. “Me too.” She said, and smiled, I smiled back. We stepped closer and slowly wrapped ourselves in a tight embrace. She was a true marvel of beauty. Long black hair falling just past her shoulders, big dark eyes, B cup breasts, a tight little butt, and dark smooth skin that I just wanted to stroke for hours. At 5’ 3” her head was resting against my chest, while I at 5’ 9”, I was at just the right height to rest my chin on top of her head. We held this embrace for about a minute, then. They were both hairdressers. Edie was another middle-aged woman. Shelooked around 40. She was polite and had short, reddish hair. The kindof hair I always resented women for having because it always seemed tome that that they were given the gift of femininity and failed toembrace it.Amanda was a different story. She identified herself as a "designer."She was young, perky and blonde. She was slender like a ballerina. Shemoved with such grace, much like my wife did and I could only aspire to.Her. You’re influential, Norm. What can you do?’ ‘Me? Influential?’ he squeaked, smiling at the approaching server. ‘What can I do?’ he shrugged, playing hard to get as the older woman refilled their cups. ‘Don’t give me that,’ she muttered through clenched teeth. ‘You know people, Norm. Help us and we’ll give you exclusive interviews whenever you want.’ The diminutive man nodded, thoughtfully stroking his chin. ‘Interesting proposition,’ he said, a twinkle in his eye. ‘But I suppose marriage is out.