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Lunch With the Boss's Secretary

III

The routine was always the same. Fabien talked to Joseph, who was buddies with Nick, who was dating Theresa, who was practically sisters with Elizabeth, who worked across the hallway from Debra, the incompetent temp. Elizabeth did half of Deb's work as well as her own, and she'd immediately taken over the phone and appointment book after Theresa's boyfriend's buddy had made such a compelling offer of a moonlight dinner one of these nights if the rest of the boys could just know the boss' interview schedule. They were such hard-working men—they really deserved the break, you know?

Every day Theresa came to kiss Nick good morning. A crowd of grease monkeys would be waiting, and she'd whisper coyly into Nick's avid ear. Reapplying her lipstick, she'd leave, and he'd turn to them with an unreadable look on his defined Italian features.

"Five today, and the first one's coming at nine! Then every hour after noon!"

Yahoo! Whistles and catcalls, shouts of celebration. It was a good one today! And the weather just warm enough that some women would try to wear skirts. Even in this cold, Dress to Impress meant freeze your ass off in heels if it gets you the job! Should a lady find herself slipping on the treacherous ice, she could of course be assured of a gracious blue-collar gentleman at the ready to help her.

At first they wondered if they should hide all this from Trowa, but it was a little hard for fifteen men to be inconspicuous, so finally Joe suggested they ask him to join them.

Trowa has already known wat they were up to, of course. He took his new position seriously, and his did, after all, have a penis. So, no, he wouldn't be joining them at the window every time, but if they kept him informed and went back to work in a timely fashion, his men would never get called on it.