What a fucking prude. A good looking prude, he corrected himself. There was something different about the dress. It looked, well, sexier, somehow. Or ...as it the way she walked. She looked, well, sexier than he remembered. But she was wearing her silly little hat and those stupid gloves. Who did she think she was, the Virgin Mary? She sure as fuck acted like it.Vinnie and Max had been ready when Harold had jumped out of his chair when Alex had knelt in front of Mr. Smith and started to undo his. Owen charged through the employees only door.“Stop!” Owen yelled. Giselle did. She was holding the back door. Maxim rushed away. Owen jogged up but he slumped at the door. He couldn’t chase the man down as he bled out. “What did you do?”“I did what I was supposed to do,” Giselle said. “He’s my boss!”“Put the gun down!” Carlos’s voice was a crack through the chaos of the girls.“What?” Owen said. He didn’t want to go back. He just knew he had to. He grit his teeth and inched back to the customer. You… you certainly seem a little different, not just your nightie. Your shorter hair, you just seem different,”“Good different?”“Yes… you could say that.” * As I lay in the bed, I could feel that Howard was restless. He couldn’t work out what had happened to him.It wasn’t my nightie, or my shorter hair cut or even my slight weight loss, that lead to that reaction. I knew that he didn’t fancy me anymore. A part of me didn’t blame him, but I also knew that, well, from some information from. Couldn't itwait till morning? "I'll be out in a few minutes."Chuck had gotten up off the couch already. "Business?" Who knows? I better put some clothes on and go find out."Hiromi put on a blouse, pants, sweater, plus underwear and shoes. Sheexited the apartment five minutes later to find Yuri and Roger waitingfor her."What's going on?" We need you to come downstairs boss," Roger Hyde said to Hiromi as heand Yuri led her to the elevator. "There's a problem there only you canfix."As they rode.