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Chapter 31—What Rhonda Wants

"What is it, Rhonda?" he asked, pouring his drink.

She walked into his office, with long strides and an upright posture. She wanted to catch him before he was gone again. She had been trying to get a private moment with him for the past two days—and one was finally there.

He motioned her to sit. He sat himself down, too, with a drink in his hand—something to do when awkward moments came along. His usual smile when he greeted her was absent. She noticed that.

"Well, I have been with you for almost three weeks now," she said, sitting across from him on the other side of his enormous desk. Tense shoulders, strong bare arms, her elbows on the armrests. She did not lean back on the comfortable leather chair.

"Yes, probably. I don't count the days. Cigar ok?"

Without waiting for her answer, he lit his stubby cigar. She nodded, racing with his torch—her approval had to count.

"May I know if I am doing ok by y
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