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Hitched to Stitch

Chapter 3

Ready at Rangeman

Between Scooby doo and the delicious food I was down for the count and managed to drag myself to the bedroom before collapsing face first on the bed, not even bothering to take my clothes off.

Sometime during the night I had managed to strip down to my sports bra and underwear and crawl under the covers. When my phone alarm went off at 0530, I groggily rolled over and shut it off. Rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling, I wondered how today would go. When I scheduled the interview with Ranger he said the interview would be this morning, then all the tests following if the core team decided to bring me on. To be honest right now I could care less what happened. I kind of wanted some time off to just hang at the beach and get a tan, something I had not done since I joined the ARMY mind you. I knew this was just my sleep deprivation talking, so I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. I had dragged my duffel down the hall behind me so that I had all my shower stuff. So I shaved and buffed and rinsed, god it felt good to be a woman again. By the time I stepped out of the shower I was perfectly pink from the heat and the scrubbing. I threw some mousse into my crazy hair and hoped it would decide to cooperate today of all days.

I pulled out the one suit I had packed. Black, of course it fit right in around here, tight and showed quite a bit of leg, and depending on the shirt would help out what little cleavage I possessed. I threw out a simple white lace t-shirt over a pale blue tank top that would work under the jacket. I decided to forgo on the panty hose and pulled out my only pair of pumps. *sigh* maybe with my new job I could build my meager wardrobe back up to Jersey standards. I took my small make-up bag to the bathroom and decided to go light on the foundation and eye shadow this was after all a security company, I still hadn't figured out what he wanted with me. I threw on about 4 coats of my power mascara and was pleased with my hair, that was curling and waving around my head. I walked back out to the door putting on my black heels as I went and went to find Rangers office on the 4th floor.

When the door opened on the elevator I could feel the office come to a standstill. Awkwardly I made my way towards the bank of high powered offices that overlooked the city, ignoring the hushed whispers and stares. Jesus you would think these guys had never seen a woman. Come to think of it, I'm not seeing another woman, Ranger had mentioned Ella but she sounded more like a housekeep/cook, and an amazing one at that!

I heard someone approach behind me, and a large meaty hand grabbed my upper arm. As I was turning I heard a voice that I recognized say "Ma'am you're not allowed to be on this floor, please let me . . . STITCH! Is that really you!?" Hal wrapped me in his arms and spun me in a circle.

Ok now this is really awkward, everyone is staring and Hal still has my ensnared in his vice grip. As he set me down, I jumped about 10 feet in the air, when I was deafened by a booming voice "Hal, mats tomorrow at 0500! Let Ms. Plum go, so she can get in here for her interview!"

Hal was blushing about 50 shades of red by this point, and whispered a quick 'good luck' as I scurried towards an overly large black man, who I quickly recognized as Tank. Figures, Ranger couldn't even piss without Tank to watch his back! At least not from what I remembered. But that was in the jungle and who wouldn't want Tank at their back. I still had a hard time remembering what all happened in that month we spent in the jungle, my shrink and I were slowly working on digging through what memories I did have and sorting them out so that maybe, I might regain what I had lost.

I followed Tank to a conference room and walked through the door he held open for me. Once inside I immediately recognized everyone sitting at the table. Ranger at the head of course, in corporate black, the seat to his right left open, but was for Tank I had no doubt. To his left was his playboy cousin Lester, still as sexy as ever, and next to Lester was the guy I idled in the ARMY Bobby Brown, best medic the military had ever seen.

I nodded at everyone and sat in the chair Tank had so graciously pulled out for me, Ranger stood up at the head of the table as stared me down, well if I hadn't been slightly nervous before hand, I certainly was now. I slowed my breathing and quieted the butterflies flying rampant in my stomach. Ranger just tossed his head back and laughed, full on laughed, walked over to me and stated "If you want the job, and can pass the tests, it's all yours Stitch."

I stared at him incredulously, then looked to everyone else still sitting at the table with huge grins on their faces. Ranger turned to walk out of the conference room, but I stood and grabbed his arm turning him to face me. "First I need to know what this job is, and what all it entails!" Ranger just shrugged out of my grip and pointed to Bobby. "That there is your man, once you talk to Brown. Have him send you to Tank to start your testing" and he turned once again and walked out. Tank was next out the door, gave me a bump on the shoulder and threw a quick "I better see you in my office" over his shoulder. Then of course was Lester, he swaggered over to me and threw his arm around my shoulder, trying to glance down my shirt. "I for one hope to see a lot more of you around this place Beautiful. We sure could use some light around here" and left me with Bobby. Who I could just feel staring holes into my back!