I was told that you were walking into a set-up”, I said quicklyShe stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at me.“Were you the person I wa... supposed to meet ?”, she asked“No. I was just told to get you out of here as soon as possible ”, I answered, surprised at my assurance.“I …was planning on meeting someone in that room…and nobody showed up”, she stammered as she approached me.One has to remember that Boston was a mob town and that the mayor or anyone associated with him was. I, of course, was completely naked, not even jewelry. We were meeting the day before my three month anniversary. I asked why and she said the probationary period would end with a meeting above Sara, usually with Ms. Benson, our Director.“I don’t know what more I can say, Abby,” Sara eventually exclaimed. “A new employee in the group just shouldn’t preform at this level. I normally find at least several items to discuss on performance of the job, interoffice relations, phone etiquette, team. It went over like a lead balloon.Brandy accepted my offer, hiding her trepidation well enough so that I didn’t notice it. I guess she’d heard horror stories about bachelor cooking before, or had maybe lived through a couple.. I seriously hoped that this wouldn’t be another chapter in that book. The newspaper headlines alone would be enough to send me into the culinary underground if it was. Hell, I’d be relegated to fast food restaurants for the balance of my existence. Just the thought of. Jennifermust have seen me leave. She texted me before I hit the parking lot."Sorry if we freaked you out," the text read. "I just think that someonelike you would enjoy meeting Marcus. I know my husband did." Hell, if hecould turn me into a sissy who would blow strangers in the men's bathroomwithout any fear of being caught, maybe I should give this Marcus guy acall.Maybe he'd help me live out some of my kinkier fantasies. Then again,maybe he'd expose me and ruin my life!I called in sick to.