On Monday she forgot to three hole punch the handouts she copied for his presentation and on Tuesday morning she woke at 2 a.m. necklaced with sweat. This is ridiculous, she told herself sternly, but she could not get back to sleep. At 9 a.m., his freshly printed Asset Purchase Agreement resting on her lap, she felt a sore red warmth spreading slowly upwards from her thighs as if  from an injection site and was horrified to discover that there was also some associated swelling. Heavens Above, she muttered, crossing her ankles and taking a restorative sip of green tea.



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