She was aware of what I was doing but didn’t mind it. Finally, she was almost fully in touch with me.On the way back Anjali asked about the things I...do in free time, and whether I had a lot of friends. and if I had any girl friends? I said no! Since I had not met any one to my liking! She asked me what kind of girls you like. I said, I like women who are “well” built. I noticed that Anjali just smiled ( I could see it in the rear-view mirror). Then we went to a small hotel nearby which is. He had a place in Manhattan, around midtown in one of the high-rises. He owned the whole building, but the office was on the 26th floor--the top floor. I wore my best outfit into the building--a tailored suit hand made personally for me. But I wasn’t going to show up in the office dressed like that. I knew better.I had bought a few pieces online for this purpose in mind. I felt bad about losing this suit, but if everything went right, I would never need it again. I got on the elevator and I. ’ I was taken aback by the question, and answered as diplomatically as possible. ‘That is not what I asked you.’ He smoothly and firmly informed her. ‘Pardon me?’ ‘That is not what I asked you. The question was, do you enjoy working for me?’ he watched her sharply, waiting for an answer. ‘I…I have enjoyed working for you very much.’ I carefully replied. ‘Why?’ he kept his shrewd eyes on me. Shit. This was dangerous territory. ‘Because, even though it can be very challenging at times, when I do. Mr. Hoover continued. "However, I had an idea that I kicked around with some of the other editors and they thought it had possibilities, so I brought to the publishing board and they approved it." Ah, Mr. Hoover, I'm sorry but you've lost me. What ideas?" Now I was confused."Well," he said in a friendly voice, "we'd like to put your photography together with a book of poetry. Each poem would be a reflection of one of your photos. As you opened the book, the left hand page would have the poem.