The end of the year was fast approaching, didn’t they care about their grades? ‘Yeah, I don’t understand that either. We’ve got a shit load of...work to do before the end of the year and they’re just jerking around.’ She kicked my chair. ‘Nice try asshole, I’m talking about Mr. Broody McBrood pants over there staring at you every 5 seconds.’ ‘Huh?’ I glanced over, and sure enough, the new kid, slumped into his chair, hand on his face, trying to seem bored, was glancing right at me. He averted. "He is a cousin to Miss Gates?" she whispered in shock. "My god! The others never said and they all acted like she was hatched out an egg or something. I never would have known they were coworkers of hers back on Earth."Sarah giggled. It seemed out of place, but she surprised all of us by smiling when we turned to glare at her. "Oh Normie, you are over-thinking again," she said with her crooked grin. "It has nothing to do with the current case, and probably clears her but it makes sense. We. Hathaway?" A tentative voice called out. Lynn blinked, turning away from the window. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Ms. Hathaway. Mr. Spiel told me to do some background research for the P&G account only, well, I know it's your project. I wanted to check in with you first." Lynn frowned at the woman standing in her office. She should be furious that the senior partner was fiddling in her work and, she was. She also understood and a much smaller part of her couldn't seem to care very much. The hand gently massages my neck, and I begin to relax a little, until I feel the first button on my shirt undo!I look down sharply, in time to see another one undo! I'm not sure I like this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the hand on my neck feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand stroke my forehead, and then my eyebrows, and then my eyelids, and I feel a sense of warmth and well-being, and I keep my eyes closed.The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel.