What did that mean? The realization struck her immediately. He had left her. He was gone. He had learned her secret and he had left her. There was no ...ther possible explanation. She panicked. She ran to the phone and dialed his cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You. Everybody applauds. Second day they are charged by 20 kobolds, party hardly breaks a sweat. Right before nightfall they meet the dwarves.As soon as I describe the scene of a band of dwarves with a wagon that has a dragon along behind, it was like a hush came down. I gave them faintly Scottish accents (the best I could do), and they were talking for almost 4 minutes before one of the clerics finally bothers to ask how many there are.“Why, now that you count, you see there are 7 dwarves.”The room. Mr. P shoved me back down so that that face was pressed up against the desk. I quickly grabbed on to the sides and not a moment too soon. ‘Smack!’ The first one came hard and I jerked in pain. More followed in rapid succession as my ass was hammered by his hand. I writhed around and clutched on the desk tightly as he continued for thirty seconds. I was horrified to feel myself getting hard as he assaulted me. Finally, mercifully, he stopped and my behind burned. I had no time to recuperate. Whitman that I will finish these files first, they are our clients, and deserve our very best effort, and I won't just leave them. After that, say Wednesday, I will take that vacation, and get started on Robert's work."Carl couldn't very well argue, she was right, the other clients would want their answers too, and even though Mr. Mason, soon to be Mr. Mason inc. was a big client, he wasn't the only one, and they had responsibilities to them all. Mr. Whitman would be impressed by her.