Mallory returned with lunch. She walks in and closes the door, which is weird she never does that. She gets me all setup and just stands there. “The...e something else I can do for you, Mallory?” I inquisitively but sternly ask. “Uhm well you see sir, this is awkward, but I need to tell you this so that it doesn’t happen again.” Oh shit, I thought. She knows. “Uhm well that lady that was here, when I came in to tell you that your wife was on the phone, I saw her bag sitting on the couch, and you. The navigation led her to a building with big doors, average looking from the outside, with no logo or indication of it being a studio, but the door was not locked so she decided to take her chance.Even though she had done her research as to what the Japanese dress code was for the interview, which was usually subtle colors and formal dress, she had received specific instructions from Ava, her agent. She was to wear a sweater of her own choosing but long enough to pose as a dress. For this, she. We hear Shelly's phone ringing. She runs out to the office to answer it. I can see the look of shock on her face. I get up and go to her side. "That was the fire dispatch, my apartment was just on fire. The damage is not bad, but I don't think I can stay there tonight." My heart skips a beat. "We need to get there and check out the damage." "But the reports, they need to be done." She says pointing at the work on the desk. "Not now." I call Nick and he meets us on the elevator. We rush over to. “Well, if my day wasn’t bad, it looks like someone had an even better day. That they made the most of their unexpected sick leave day.”Jill grinned. “Well, I’m sure my loving husband wouldn’t want his poor little wife getting all sad and lonely while he’s away. At least, not while there are three handsome and hunky young black guys just next door, willing to be perfect gentlemen and keep her company.”Ahh! Jill had always known just what to say to wind me up. To wind me around her little.