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"Crap!" Melinda Gordon muttered under her breath as she ran out of her apartment. "Late again. He's gonna kill me."

She ran out to her car and drove as fast as she could to work. In the parking lot, Melinda gathered all of her stuff together and ran into the huge fashion designing building.

"Can you hold the elevator, please!" she ran down the hall. "Thank you so much. You saved me a lot of time."

"No problem. Anything for a beautiful lady." the guy smiled. "Which floor?"

"Thanks. Very top floor." she took a deep breath.

"I'm Sam. I came for a job interview." he held out his hand towards her.

"I'm Melinda. I am one of the two bosses here." she shook his hand.

"Oh, so are you the one giving the job interviews?" Sam asked, nervously.

"No." Melinda chuckled. "That would be the other boss. He handles all of the interviews, I handle all the meetings."

"Oh. Well I assume you two are always working together so how is the other boss?" he asked.

"Umm…" Melinda thought for a second. "He has his days."

"That doesn't sound so reassuring." Sam chuckled.

"Well, comes with the job, right?" she smiled.

The elevator opened on the top floor and they walked down the hall.

"Thanks again for not making me any later than I am." Melinda smiled gratefully.

"No problem. Maybe you could repay me by having dinner tomorrow night." Sam smiled.

"Okay, with who?" she joked.

"Haha. So, does eight sound good?" he asked.

"Eight sounds perfect." Melinda smiled. "Well, I gotta go before I hear it. See you around."

"Yeah, see ya." Sam smiled and walked away.

Melinda opened the door to her office and found her partner sitting at his desk on the other side of the room. They shared a huge office that could fit about fifty people comfortably. She walked over to her side and got settled in.

"You're late." he said, without looking at her.

"Does it matter? It's not like I missed anything." she sighed.

"Being late shows that you are not serious about this job." he said.

"No, it shows that I don't want to see you so early in the morning." Melinda shot back.

"Nice one." he scoffed. "I'm not too keen on seeing you either."

"And that's supposed to bother me?" she started typing on her computer.

"It's another long day today. Lots of meetings and interviews." he asked.

"Seriously, Jim? How many more days of this?" Melinda groaned.

"As many as it takes to get this company back off the ground again. A lot of damage has happened since my former partner was here." Jim sighed.

"You know, you never told me what happened." Melinda looked at him.

"He just screwed me over. Ruined the company and our friendship." he said sadly.

Melinda felt compassion for him.

"I'm sorry." she said.

"Why?" he became his normal self again. "You didn't tell him to come and ruin me. Or maybe you did. You would have the company all to yourself if I gave up all together."

"Oh yes. Because my life mission was to destroy you." she said sarcastically.

"Your life is that pathetic." Jim said.

"And your life is any better? You're a workaholic pig." she shot back.

"Please. You know you want me." he smirked.

"Gross. In your dreams." she gagged.

Before Jim could say anything else, his assistant walked in.

"Mr. Clancy, you're first interview starts in five minutes." she said.

"Thanks, Stephanie." he smiled at her flirtatiously.

She blushed and quickly walked out of the office. Melinda rolled her eyes.

"So typical of you." she shook her head in disbelief.

"What? That I'm actually nice to someone? I know it's a foreign concept to you but other people actually are." Jim stood up from his desk.

"That was not just nice. That was being a player." she stood up as well resting her hands on her desk. "And I know very well how to be nice."

"Look, being nice isn't for everyone." he walked over to her. "I think I would know if you were a nice person. And I hate to break it to you, but you're not one." Jim rested a hand on her shoulder.

"I am nice! Just not to you!" she swatted his hand away.

"Ouch. That hurt." he said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart.

"I really wish it did." she said through clenched teeth.

"You don't mean that, baby." he moved his face closer to hers.

"Do NOT call me baby." she moved her face away from his.

"I can't call my wife baby?" he asked.

"Legally, I am your wife. It's only for the company. Affectionately, I'm still single." she stated, clearly.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Jim said as he walked out of the office.

Melinda huffed and sunk back in her chair. She slammed her hands on her desk.

"I hate him so much!" she muttered to herself. "I can't believe I agreed to this arrangement."

Jim walked into the interview room and got ready for his first applicant.

"Alright, Stephanie. Send in the first one." he motioned at his assistant.

She let the man into the room and took a step outside during the interview.

"Please have a seat and we'll get started." Jim didn't look up right away, as he started filling out the interview sheet.

"Jim." he said.

Jim froze at the sound of his name. He knew the voice too well. He looked up at the face he thought he'd never see again.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jim stood up from his seat. "You have no right coming here."

"I had to see my old buddy." The guy lounged in the seat in front of Jim. "Wanted to see how he was handling this company. You know I thought I destroyed it."

"We're no longer buddies, Sam. And it takes a lot more than bankrupting us and losing clients to bring me down. You'd have to take a hammer to these walls." Jim gritted his teeth.

"Hey, that's a good idea. I'll be sure to remember that." he smiled.

"You will NOT do anything to this company. I work hard for it and I won't let some low life like you destroy it." Jim stated, clearly.

"Low life? I'm wounded." Sam said sarcastically and stood up. "By the way, I hope you don't have your partner working late tomorrow night. We got plans."

"What are you talking about?" Jim asked.

"Melinda is her name, isn't it?" Sam asked. "Oh, I'm gonna have my way with her and I'll have this company back in no time."

"You don't touch her!" Jim shouted.

"Why do you care, Jimmy? Your marriage to her means nothing, right? I can do whatever I want to her and you can't do a damn thing about it." Sam walked to the door. "Don't worry, you'll still have a job in the end. How do you look in a fast food uniform?"

With that, Sam walked out of the room. Jim slammed his hands against the desk. On his way out, Sam bumped into Melinda in the hallway.

"Oh, hey." he smiled.

"Hi." Melinda smiled. "How did your interview go?"

"Not well. I don't think Mr. Clancy liked me." Sam said, sadly.

"What? Why not?" she asked.

"I don't know. He's very bad tempered." Sam sighed.

"You don't have to tell me twice." she said. "Any particular reason why?"

"I have no idea. I don't know what I did wrong. And I was looking forward to working with you." he said sadly.

"Me too." Melinda sighed. "I'll talk to him. See if you might have a job here."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll come to visit you everyday if you want." he smiled.

"I would like that. And I'm looking forward to our date tomorrow." she smiled.

"Me too. I'll see you around, okay." Sam started to walk away.

"Okay, bye." she called after him.

Sam walked out of the building with a victory smile playing on his lips. So far, his trap was set. Meanwhile, Melinda turned her attention back to Jim and ran into the interview room. He didn't have an applicant in at the moment so she slammed the door behind her and glared at Jim.

"What the hell! Sam is a nice guy! Why the hell did you play your crap with him!" she steamed.

"He's not what you think he is." he looked up at her.

"And how would you know that? What, you're with him like ten minutes and you think you know everything about him?" she quipped.

"No, that's not what happened. And what about you? You've known him since this morning and you think you're an expert on him." Jim shot back. "Well, I've got news for you. I know more about him than you think."

"Well, why don't you enlighten me." she sat down in the chair in front of Jim and crossed her arms across her chest.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he said quietly.

"Try me, Jimmy. I'm your wife. You can tell me anything." Melinda said in a fake caring voice.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. Think what you want about Sam. I'm no one to try and stop you." he said, feeling defeated.

"You know what? You're right. Just because a little piece of paper says we're bound together doesn't mean a damn thing." Melinda got up and opened the door. "I was stupid to think this arrangement would work. I'm a free woman. I don't have to listen to you."

Jim watched her leave without another word. He sighed and slumped into his seat. He was generally concerned about his company, but overall, he was worried about what Sam was capable of. Melinda was not his favorite person in the world, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Some sacrifices were going to have to be made.

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