Die sieben Herren mittleren Alters, mehrheitlich um die fünfzig Jahre alt, lagen einige Gehaltsgruppen unter der Neuen, hatten ihre jeweiligen Posten...aber in der Regel bereits seit Jahren wenn nicht Jahrzehnten inne und herrschten in ihren jeweiligen Fachbereichen wie kleine Könige. Diese überwiegend etwas dickbäuchigen Herren in verschwitzten Hemden und Sakkos von der Stange saßen da und ließen Marion reden. Über ihren bisherigen Lebenslauf, ihre fachlichen Qualifikationen. Und dabei musterten. Being a woman in this city, like in any city, wasn’t always safe. And while she knew enough to protect herself, she would rather avoid confrontation. But she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore trouble when she saw it. It may be nothing, she may never see him again. But if she did, she would be ready. Alex saw his eyes narrow again, and he took a step toward her, when she saw something closer to rage fill his eyes before she felt a caress of fingers on her arm and she looked to her left to find her. 6, slim, nice legs and long dark hair,and looked great in her black stilletoes, we had been at the party for about 2 hours, we both had a fair amount to drink, we had a bottle of wine at the hotel before we came to the party, anyway around 1pm my wife was very dipsy so I took her up to one of the spare bedrooms, the room had a laege bed covered with fur coats and other coats from the guests, I told her to have a lay down and come back downstairs later after a sleep, anyway after a hour or so. I’m sorry, Scott, I just don’t feel that deep, burning passionate love for you, any longer.”Scott sat down.“Scott, when you came in you wanted to say something. What was it? Was it about your check-up at the hospital? What did they say?”He shrugged. “Oh, it was something and nothing. It’s not relevant to you, so there’s no need for you to concern yourself about it.”She nodded, having failed to comprehend the exact nature of his words. Perhaps she had heard what she wanted to hear?“Oh, that’s.