"I'm tired of busting my ass for these stuck-up executive wannabes! Hey! Another round here, please!" Daniel bursts out. "It's not only this fucking p...oject, it's happened a few too many times for my taste! If my head is this burnt at 31 years old, Alzheimer is going to kick in in a year or two!" It's this Agatha! She's hell bent on having this shit for tomorrow. I couldn't believe my ears when she told us that on Monday! What a fucking bitch!" Philip exclaims, the fourth beer he drank pushing. "In my day we would have been sent home for showing that much leg." She huffs at me. I wanted so badly to answer back. In your day did you have the legs to show? I just smile at her. "And look at those heels. A girl could break a leg falling off them." The door opens and she exits the elevator. It's just Nick and me on the elevator now. Nick is standing behind me. I feel move around to the front of me. He kneels before me and lifts up my right foot. I feel the spot that the rope burn is on. ’ “You’re prepared to carry our wine in your stores? Even now, after…”“Yes, of course.”“Okay. The only way I can answer your question is to do it frankly.” Henri stood, in a daze. Walked to the edge of the patio and let the breeze caress his face like a thousand kisses of freedom until his soul felt light. Almost cried.Get ahold of yourself.He turned back to her. “You were in a marriage you knew was over. Why didn’t you end it?”“Fear. Of what my family would think, or investors or. In no time, Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well-tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. 'For Zena’s benefit?' Ron wondered.After a nervy start to.