She savored the coffee, wonderful as always. Only the best for Graham. But what the heck, he could afford it. She checked the schedule, which included...Graham’s, hers and several other key people. Then she settled to work. Thirty minutes later, she heard Graham in his office next door. She waited for his summons. He buzzed. ‘Alyssa?’ ‘Good morning,‘ she said warmly, noting immediately that his tone was positively frigid this morning. Sighing internally, she grabbed her leather binder, a pen and. If the writing was going slow, I would take a break and take him a bite of lunch. When I take him his lunch, I always dress provocatively. When he sees me, he eagerly takes a break to spend some time with me. He likes me to sit on his desk or his work bench and let my legs dangle. On this particular day I wore a tank top with no bra and a short skirt with no panties. I was sitting on his desk with my legs hanging down. While he finished eating, he received a few phone calls. He was caressing my. "I waited with bated breath, silently. Mentally, I have my fingers crossed. I listen intently, hoping against hope that you'll forgive me without feeling the need to punish me.The minutes -- well, I think they are minutes -- tick by. The quietness around me is becoming heavy. Are you here? I wonder. Are you with me? I dare not say another word. What would I say anyway that I haven't said already? That you didn't already hear? Or know?The silence stretches out even further. My muscles are aching. The owners said they’d heard no barking out of him the night before, and had found him dead on the back porch that morning. The dog had been shot near the fence line, and had made it to the porch before collapsing and dying, so I could see from the blood trail. It was not the owners I really wanted to talk to, but the occupant of the house to their right. Knocking on the door, I was admitted by Mrs. Campbell, the owner, an elderly black woman. ‘I don’t know about this.’ she said. ‘The Iron.