She was completely professional. After introductions and some polite small talk, Meechele had gone straight to the point ... ways for their respective...departments to work together more efficiently. Meechele's insights were thoughtful and insightful, and she was refreshingly open to Lynne's ideas as well. All in all, it was the most productive 30 minutes Lynne had spent at her new company.And at precisely the 30 minute mark, Meechele stood and stuck out her hand, "Well, I have to get moving. I. I’m frozen. It’s just pure and raw emotion inside me. Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I’m trying to fight back. “DAMN IT MICHELLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” The dam bursts. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled. Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking. As I drove towards Piney Point and Sara’s house I thought about Mr. Blue Suit, he appeared to be in his middle to late forty’s and physically fit, with short cut black hair with grey alone his temples. I called Sara and told her I was on my way to her house and would be there in ten minutes. Sara met me at the kitchen door with a glass of white wine in her hand and said ‘I started when I got home what I can get you?’ ‘Scotch please, neat, no ice’ I replied. As she poured about three fingers of. You know how the rules are, and you are supposed to share your earnings, but... If you want I can tell the others to leave you with your earnings and they can share their own. And... If I do that favor for you, maybe you can do a favor for me?..." I had a clear idea of what it was he wanted me to do for him in exchange and I thought about his proposal. I then nodded letting him know that I would accept his offer. Frankie got up from his seat as he came over to me, and once he was right in front.