If she asked Mr. Falk for all of her next paycheck, she'd have eighty. And she had to pay for food. Would have to pay for food for all three of them! ...nd there wasn't a need for more employees here. She knew that. Most of the customers came in when Mr. Falk was here, and he only paid her to work when he wanted time off, or to stock shelves. The sweet man was generous, but not THAT generous!God, what was she going to do. Sitting down on a stool behind the register counter, she lay her head down. He held the door for them as they entered the shop together. The rich smell of freshly brewed coffee and exotic lattes wafted over them in the air-conditioned building, the women chatted with the barrista as she worked on their orders, as Gene looked over the black and white photographs on the wall of the shop while waiting his turn in the queue. The photographs were actually prints of a famous blonde actress in various alluring poses, her plutonium hair a stark contrast to the black and. I stopped briefly to talk to Peter who was in accounting for a moment and turned to continue down the hall. When I looked forward there “she” was. I swear my heart skipped a beat as she took my breath away. She was wearing a gray pant suit with a white blouse that was buttoned to her long beautiful neck, her jacket was short and cinched at the waist which really accentuated her tall thin body. Her hair was tied back in a bun which really showed her facial features. She never. "Hey." She whispered. "Do you want to go down stairs?"Foolish as it was I honestly thought it was a trick question. It must have shown on my face too but Missy just smiled seductively and lead me to the basement door. There were three rooms one main room with an old carpet and two worn couches. To the left was a bare bones bedroom with a bed, a dresser and a lamp. The couches, the bed and the carpet were all occupied with teens in various stages of making out. Missy lead me through the other.