Carol shook her head, she really felt a bit light headed after that. Shereached over Carl into the glove department and grabbed out her pack ofcigaret...es. She grabbed her lighter out of her pocket and lit up. Muchbetter, she thought. "I really am sorry Carl, but I really don't think Iwill be able to quit. I love smoking too much." Carol flashed back tobeing 13 and sneaking one of her parent?s cigarettes, of course she did itwas a tradition in her family, all 8 of them were smokers. She had. They did not see the huge smiles the bouncers exchange between one and another.When they got in the pub it was crowded with cheering women.Diane now realise that male strippers were performing tonight.She had never been to a male strip show neither had Yoshie.Diane now looked up and down the bar.But there were only barmaids serving there was no barmen on at all.She now looked puzzled.Diane and Yoshie now got a drink and positioned themselves on the far right away from the stage. Both of them. Tomorrow? We'll see."Another design review meeting, and once again it was Anne's project. Stan found himself paying far less attention than he should have to the details of the latest design proofs and changes. He was much more interested in the hazel eyes, blond hair and elfin features of their presenter.The subject of his attention was either unaware of it or, more likely, ignored it. Stan managed to stay professional enough to take the necessary notes and ask some pertinent questions, all of. ’ I hoped that I had not offended him with my reply. He assessed me coolly, and seemed to consider my answer. ‘I need you to do whatever it takes to help secure our hold, because, failure is not an option here. I hope that you will not disappoint me.’ He said sternly, ‘can I trust you Miss Tanner?’ I hesitated. Was this why Ms. Whitecliff had refused to work with this man? What exactly was I getting myself into? Was I selling my soul to the devil? If I wanted to keep my job, I knew my answer.