The six others in the room looked at him from around the conference table. They had never seen him raise his voice. Even when he fired two-thirds of t...e staff, he had remained calm and implacable.Now, his face was red and his hands were balled into fists. No one wanted to be the first to speak so Phil continued his rant.“We show Courtney Hollings’ ass for 48 seconds,” he added in even a louder voice. “We show Rafe Costas’ ass for 37 seconds. We have 317 instances of cursing or offensive. I said, “Rachel, would you come to my place tomorrow?”“Your mother has already invited me. I will go there from school with casual clothing packed as well as clothes for school Wednesday. I plan on the Wednesday night supper and Bible study if you want me there.” I nodded. “Good. I want us to be together.”She grinned. “I will sleep here Wednesday night. We’ll talk about you staying here then.”I would have to think about my emotions about all that. I felt that things were moving a bit fast but. Christopher Richman was her past. Was he to be her present? How very presumptuous. Melissa dragged the brush through her hair and cursed to herself. She would meet the others soon. This would just be a silly panic, a needless trifle. He did not have the courtesy to knock. What would it matter if he had? They were all gone. All the players. Their revels ended. All those simpering artistes that might protect her. He knew that. She rose grandly and leaned against the table, gripping it from. I'm not sure how I feel about you, Simon. I like you a great deal and you are important to me. I'm not sure what I feel inside yet. It's only been a few days for us. It's going to take longer than that for me to decide." I know. Let me tell you what I'm thinking. I have a project to finish at my current job. I'm going to hand in my resignation with the understanding that I will complete the project before I leave. They can't possibly complain about that. I expect that I will finish sometime.