"For seventeen days, Claire had played porno movies on the wall non-stop. Some of the movies were really extreme and showed acts that Denise had thoug...t impossible. Initially, the movies were a complete turn off. She would glance at them and feel repulsed by the action shown. After a while, she became ambivalent about them. She'd glance over at the wall and feel nothing about the actions being performed. A day or so ago, she'd found herself getting interested in an odd scene or two.The visual. The first time, with Gunner Gunther, the gunfight was controlled, barely controlled, panic for me. Coupled with a determination not to die running away. I wouldn’t, would not, get shot in the back.With Hoffstatter and Wexler, and I have no clue why it was so, I was icy calm. Matt had just been killed, but I was focused on the job directly in front of me — staying alive.My numbness in the aftermath wasn’t because I’d shot and killed two scumbags; it was because Matt was dead.Yet. Wexler had. Don't know what you mean?" I stammered."You'll certainly fit in with the executive assistants now won't you?" She smiled again and handed me a brochure. Was there a way out of this after all?"What's this?" An application form, for the position as my assistant." She said simply."But after all this, don't you, why are, what are you thinking Denise?" I'm thinking that, I'm going to be very new upstairs and I want someone with me who knows the way I operate. In return I can cover all the bases you. She insisted everybody come in fancy dress. i invited my boyfriend along as i was new at the company i didnt really know anybody. thought it would be a good chance to spend some time with dave my fella. i was at home getting ready for the party, i showered shaved my lady parts lol. only to notice i had left my outfit at work. it was only 7pm i had 2hours before the party started so i wrapped a towel around me, jumped in my car and drove over to the office, i called at my boyfriends house along.