. . well, we'll see what happens then." Finally, just in case you're going to remind me that you only asked about dinner and you never said anything a...out sex: we are both adults and we both know that if we meet for dinner, after dinner we'll have a few drinks, you'll look at me in a certain way, I'll look back at you the same way, and we'll both be headed down the slippery slope that leads to us having each other for dessert."Connie looked at me and smiled. "I can tell that you're a great. "Now, during the negotiations, you probably won't be needed, but you'llneed to be here...just in case he needs to relax," continued Mr.Wright. "Um, will the others know my purpose here?" she asked. Mr. Wright shook his head. "The others on our team will just know thatyou are here to be his personal assistant. If they do suspect somethingelse they know better and will keep their mouth shut...if they knowwhat's good for them." "So you have dirt on them too?" Mr. Wright laughed. "I have dirt on. Really! I don't think that is a bad thing. But, am I too old for you?"I shook my head. "No! I love variety!"She giggled. "Like a big fat girl like me." she teased, trying to recover for upsetting me.She pulled me close, "but now I don't feel so bad about what I almost did a couple of months ago." What was that?" I asked."Can you keep a secret?" she replied."Well, I might tell my wife, but otherwise yes." Promise? Because this is embarrassing."I nodded.Andrea hesitated "Please don't. My friend and I came up with the news topics. He is a die-hard Toronto Maple Leaf fan, that’s why I teased him about the Leafs winning the Stanley Cup.”“I asked him for ideas and he suggested, wouldn’t it be something if there was finally peace in the Middle East. Then I thought with the decades of unrest in the region, no matter whose fault it was, it would take a natural disaster for peace to exist. That’s why I thought of the earthquake.”“It was so professionally done, I felt I was watching.