. yeah, I think so."The women stopped rubbing Sandra's legs, and then the woman behind her helped her sit up first, before she helped her off the stag...."Follow me," the woman told Sandra.At first, Sandra just followed her while she was brought back to the middle of the dance floor. When the woman moved to the side, Sandra noticed that there was now a table standing there. They must have brought it here, while she had been lying on her back on stage. There were also some ropes lying on it, which. We'll go throw some clothes on, and then we can all have a nice chat," Jenny said. She stepped toward the door of her wardrobe, reached for the handle -- then paused, gazing at me with a slight frown. "Marilyn," she said, "You're breaking our rule." My heart froze, my stomach knotted itself, and my knees began to quiver. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. Oh God oh God oh GOD... why is she DOING this...? "What rule?" My mother innocently asked, right on cue. "Well, you. ”“Hmm ... Okay, let me see what I can find for you. I’ll get Marcy on it first thing Monday morning and give you a list.”“Thanks, Chris.” Doug replied. “See you in an hour.” He added, cutting the connection.Marcy was Christine’s Executive Assistant, or that is what it said on her office door. The truth was somewhat different. She was a very bright twenty-something brunette with an MBA who managed Christine’s life with surgical precision. She made it her mission in life to insulate her boss from. S do.Sure: I smile, I leer, I pat him on the back as I leave.Then I take the tape I made and play it for Lindy and her lawyer.By the end of the week, this guy's company's coughed up six figures, just to shut my client up.And the one out on the street looking for work is Mr. Prick himself.And what did I get out of it? Ten percent. A cool thirty thou.And a bonus.I don't know what it is yet, but Lindy asked me to meet her here tonight, so she could give it to me.I see her come through the door of.