Thibideau left the office, introducing himself to Rebecca and then leaving. As Mr. Thibideau walked down the hallway, Rebecca turned to Michael."Sir i... Mr. Thibideau someone I should be remembering?" she asked."Yes, for now. His company has hired us to come up with a sales pitch for his new line of products. So we will be working closely with him for awhile." Very good Sir," she said and returned to her desk. Michael returned to his desk as well, giving one last glance at the vision sitting in. . ' he blurted at me. 'Sorry, sis. Emergency!'"He turned his back to me, finished fiddling at his flies and breathed a deep sigh of relief as his stream hit the pan. When the immediate urgency was satisfied he said, 'Sorry about that, Danni.' He turned his head round. 'I just had to go. Why didn't you lock the door? Jeez, I'm glad you didn't, though.'" What did you do, Julia? I would have been having a fit." From the moment he had barged into the room I was rooted to the spot in surprise. It. “I am examining the African sculptures and comparing them with paintings from the School of Paris which, I think, were inspired by the sculptures. A call them “pairings”. “Good…good…how many …how many “pairings”…do you need to complete the survey ?”, she asked, her eyes resting on my partially exposed cleavage for a few seconds.“Well…I thought I would do a few more and start writing after that”, I answered. “Any news about your grant ?”, she suddenly asked, ignoring my last statement.“No..no. I said, “You wouldn’t mind if I called you Dee Dee?” “I’d like it.” Deirdre wasn’t looking at me. Her face was buried in my shoulder. I brought my hand to her chin and lifted her face next to mine. “Thank you, Dee Dee”, I said, and then I kissed her, a soft gentle kiss of gratitude. I know it sounds ridiculous. She merely let me call her by her nickname, no big thing. But I felt like some threshold had been crossed. This private woman with no friends was asking me to be her friend. I wanted.