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Well I'm back! I had a vey hard time these past months with my mother dying and then having to put my grandmother in a nursing home so trying to write was very difficult.

Till Death Do Us Part

Delia wrung her hands together as she nervously watched her hopefully new employer, Mr. Ben Gates read over her resume. She stopped ringing her hands together when she noticed she was starting to cut off the circulation in her hand. She continued to distract herself be gazing out the window behind Ben's head.

Delia's urge to get her interview done with as quickly as possible was intensified as she looked out the window. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was a slight warm breeze coming through the window. It was a fair day.

Ben Gates the boss of the head history and archeology center in the state, which opened only three months ago was looking for new and experienced employees. He placed an ad in the paper and many came looking for a job. Now there was only one opening left. He needed a secretary. He doesn't want an ordinary secretary either, he was picky. His secretary needed a certain air about her something unique.

Ben placed Delia's resume flat on his desk and looked up at her.

"Mrs.-"

"Oh, please call me Ms. Bailey. My husband and I have been separated for two years now." Ben gave her a sympathetic look; he could tell that it has a great effect on her.

"Ms. Bailey, I have to say that you have a very impressive resume, graduated from Ithaca you were part of numerous clubs including the History Club. I have to say I am really pleased."Delia smiled she was very proud of herself at that moment. Suddenly happy that she can find some use of her Classical archaeology degree.

"Thank you Mr. Gates, I tried to keep very active while in college, and participated in anything that interested me." Delia said, she was becoming more and more relaxed as this interview continued.

"Why did you study the Classics Ms. Bailey?" Ben had asked.

"I've always held a strong interest in the Ancient Mediterranean world, their history and myths they are all so very interesting!" Delia smiled she loved the Mediterranean, she went there for the first time for her honey moon and instantly fell in love with area.

The interview went on for another twenty minutes, Ben throwing hard question after hard question at Delia, and she was giving her answers back at him. Ben gave her one more question and ended the interview there.

"Well Ms. Bailey, I am sad to say that our interview has ended, this has been the best interview all day."

"Thank you Mr. Gates, it has been a pleasure meeting you and I hope to be working with you soon." They both rose up from their chairs, and shook hands. Delia shouldered her purse and walked to the office door with Ben.

"I'll call you when I have made the decision." He opened the door for her and watched her step out.

"Alright and thank you for having me," said Delia

"You're welcome, have a good day."

"You too! Goodbye." With that Delia nearly ran back to her car ready to enjoy the day before it was over.

At the end of the day Ben Gates walked into his mansion with all the resumes he went over all that day. Taking his blazer off he sank down on to his couch and began to shuffle through the resumes again, trying to decide who he wants as his secretary.

He picked up Delia Bailey's resume and another girls; Alana Morigan's. Both of them were able to handle the job very well, but when he conducted the interview with Alana she seemed a little closed minded and got by with her looks but she also knew what she was doing even if it was half assed, where as Delia seemed to only be held back by her past and put her all into whatever she did.

Ben rubbed his face with a sigh; he hated this part, he hated disappointing someone by telling something that they did not want to hear even if it is for their own good.

Right after the finding of the treasure Ben and Abigail had their wedding, with Riley being the best man of course and with one of Abigail's best friends as the Maid of Honor. Though the wedding was brief the reception was a very fun celebration. Ben smiled at the memory the memory of it all.

"Hey honey." Abigail placed her keys and purse on the side table next to the door and walked over to her husband.

"How were the interviews?" Ben wrapped his arms around her as she sat on his lap.

"Frustrating, I have two hopefuls, I know who I should choose but I hate letting someone know that they are not getting the job." he nuzzled into her neck making Abigail laugh.

"Well how about I take a look at their resumes and give you my opinion?" she asked reaching for the two resume's he left out.

But Ben decided against it and pulled her back setting her off in a fit of giggles again. He stood up, with Abigail still in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

"How about you look at the resumes later, I have something else planned." He grinned and walked all the way to their master bed room with his wife over his shoulder.

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Abigail paced back and forth in their mansions dining room heavily engrossed in the resumes Ben brought home. Ben sat in front of her watching her mentally criticize the resumes in her hand, but slightly getting annoyed with each pace she took. He was about to tell her to sit down before she drives him insane when she stopped pacing and placed both resumes on the table in front of them.

"Tell me about this Alana girl." she sat down and waited for her husband to answer.

"Well, as I was giving the interview she would give short one sentence answers, and look around the office. She also seemed a little closed minded and distracted." Ben answered.

"Ah, and what did she wear?"

"Abi, what does that have to do with choosing my secretary?" he wore a confused face as he looked back at her.

"It has to do with everything." She looked at him with a serious face. "In order for me to determine what kind of person she is I have to know what she wore."

Ben sighed, "Uh...she wore this dark red blouse, it had no sleeves and she wore a black skirt." He looked at Abigail for her answer.

"Hmm...she's a party girl; now tell me about Delia."

Ben raised an eyebrow at his wife wondering how in the world she knew that without ever meeting the woman. Women. He thought, he then described the interview with Delia. Saying that she seemed like a very sophisticated woman, and smart too. And she didn't dress like a slut as Abigail said.

"But there's something that's bothering me at the back of my mind about her," he picked up her resume again and stared at the list of all the credits she took in college.

"What is it?" Abigail asked waiting for him to answer.

I don't know, she reminds me of someone we both know but I can't seem to grasp who." Ben said

"Mrs. Delia Howe. Who goes by her maiden name Bailey? Hmm." now Abigail had a confused look on her face.

"Yeah." Ben rubbed his face

"We are probably looking far too into this, we both can be very analytical sometimes." said Abigail as she looked at Delia's resumes.

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Well this story is going to go through some major over hauling, haha I actually had time in my chaotic life to look back on my stories and I was like WHOA! Bad grammar and dialog over here! So hopefully my story will improve in the areas that need it. Toodle loo! REVIEW!