"Scott MacIntyre," he replied. "I have an appointment." I'm Andi. Just a moment, please."Andi's well-manicured finger pressed a button, "Rita, your tw... o'clock is here."The receptionist typed an entry on her computer using her two index fingers. Whatever her merits as a receptionist were, they didn't including typing.Rita Nogawa, the architect he'd come to see, walked into the reception area and her face fell.He pegged her age near forty. She was a diminutive Asian woman with short black hair.. Cat had prepared one just in case the taller, not so narcissistic blonde as she was when I first met her, had questions of her own. Ever since working for Cat, Colleen had grown in surprising ways and showed excellent promise as a group manager.Anna Brokke had a twenty-foot lightbulb made up for the occasion. With the rest of the dignitaries, including the King, Queen, and Prime Minister, standing on the platform, Cat looked like their young child, instead of the guest of honor. Even the Queen. They hurt like hell!’ I could believe that as I stroked the mane of silk that cascaded to his shoulders. That hair alone had the invitation of all my body parts to come and visit any time—any time honey! The reunion took place in my womb sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and ‘she’ came to ‘be.’ I was soon to learn why they’re called the ‘wee’ hours—when my hormones started the processing of extra fluids which had to be released several times a night! However, at this point, all I knew. You don’t even KNOW me anymore. What do we have in common? You told me that you have SO much in common with Mr. Wonderful. I don’t know shit about real estate. I don’t know any of the same people except Cecilia. I don’t have any of your hobbies. You don’t have any interest in my life. You HATE my fighting career. You refuse to set foot in a gym with me. You made every effort to pull your life and mine apart and separate them.”“I DO LOVE YOU! WHY CAN’T YOU BELIEVE THAT?!!?” she screamed,.