.." But we're not in danger yet, right? Savings aren't gone yet, are they?" No, not yet. But this downward trend is NOT good." How long do we have?"Sh... shrugged and looked at her screen. "At this burn rate? Months. Maybe a year."I grimaced. "I'll think of something."Cameron sighed and looked up at me, shaking her head wryly. "You always do." Ohhh, fuck yeah..." Judene crooned on the other side of the glass. It was a Saturday night, and whether or not I was supposed to start controlling my. Turning to face the doors as they closed, she was pushed backwards by shifting bodies. She felt something rubbing against her ass through her dress--something bulky and hard. A security badge, of course. Some male employees wore theirs clipped to their waistbands, and although she was a solid six feet tall, the man she was backed up against was taller. One floor, two floors, three. Each filling the elevator a bit more, and now she was pressed so hard up against the man behind her that she. “What can I do for the Salt Lake Olympic Committee, Mitt?” I asked.“We’re having some discussions on infrastructure and planning and someone on the team suggested you might be able to help us out.”“How so?” I asked.“Not you personally, but your organization. We had the idea to see if you’d be interested in hosting a reunion show of ‘The Interns’ or re-launching for a season or two with a focus on the Olympic preparation efforts. It would be just the sort of thing to get us some top-notch talent. ” As she thanked him and turned away he added smugly, “Have a lovely evening.”With grave doubts, Sienna entered the lift, which, she noted, she could have comfortably driven her car into. Expected? How could that be? Maybe she should just back off.Then she was standing outside the large white door, which bore the gold numbers 311. Breathing heavily, she raised her hand. Knock, or run? No, her dream had brought her this close. Next second, her knuckles were thudding gently at the door panel, and.