Two hours later, Cromwell was sitting in his office, still staring at the business card. The chill in the office when he came in had been palpable. Fr...ends and colleagues avoided him. People whispered behind his back. His outer office was empty. Tawny had been transferred, at her request. Human Resources had decided it would be best if Cromwell got by without a secretary, for the time being. He picked up the telephone and dialed the number."Hello! Thank you for calling," said a sexy female. “Just like us.”When they pulled up at Maxim’s, Little Bit and Ann were astonished to be greeted by the doorman by name. “Good evening, Misses Harris,” he said graciously, “and welcome to Maxim’s.” When Tony came around to give him his keys, the man said, “And good evening to you, Mr. Kramer, and welcome.” Then he added that the car would be taken care of and delivered back to the Kramer home.“How’s that going to happen, and why?” Paul asked.“It’s a service of the house, sir,” the man replied.. And I did. It was flimsy but accented the size of Angela’s breasts and her cleavage very nicely. “Bob, Angela’s about to remove her jacket. Take it and hang it in the closet for her. Remove it, Angela.” Each strap of her bra was two strands of cord spaced wide to her shoulders and disappeared under the fall of her hair. As Bob hustled to hang her jacket, I rose from my chair for the first time since they had presented themselves. Angela must have noticed as she reacted to my movement and my. "Are you ladies going all the way to the restaurant?" He asked, looking at me. What was he, stupid? That was the only button that was lit up. If we were going anywhere else, wouldn't we have pushed a different button? "Yes, we are." I answered, practicing the inflection in my voice that the girls tried to teach me. Connie could have answered, I wished she had. She was behind me and I couldn't see her face. "Have you eaten here before?" He asked, trying to make conversation. It was nerve.