Knowing from my past that if I tried to make the problem known to the others before I had myself well in hand, I would just further extend the lack of...control, I did not try to speak.Rhee continued to hold me, just hold me. Heather climbed onto the bed behind me and added her arms and warmth and caring to that of Rhee. I almost lost it again marveling at how much the addition of Heather made to my gaining control. Contradiction in terms, Ms. Diary? I know. Crazy.While it seemed like it took. After all, this was a guy who had gotten the better of me twice already and I had only escaped relatively unscathed because of terrific strokes of luck and the fact that I and Samuel outnumbered him.Throughout all of this, one question continued to bother me. How the hell was he still alive when the Council had confirmed him dead? There were only two possible answers to that question. Either, the Council had lied about his demise, which was highly unlikely. No matter how tenuous my relationship. I knew I fucked things up earlier. If my boss found out we lost this client because I was hitting on their external VP hed chew me up and spit me out. I might even get fired for something like that. They opened the door and thanked me for my time. Then they asked me if I would be able to stay in town for the night and meet them at 10am for one more round of discussion, they said they still have a few things to clear up and that theyd really appreciate it. I accepted of course. Then I packed up. ”“Liked me? She just met me and I barely said a word to her!”She could use a ‘Steve Adams’ experience! I suspect you probably aren’t interested, but if you are, or things change, just let me know.“With her personality? She’s not like you used to be.”“Sure she is. Think about how she was acting today. What guy is going to put up with that?”I nodded, and a thought came to me.“I have an idea for you, Tracey. Will you consider it?”“Sure.”“Let her have the ‘Marty Heller’ experience. From what you’ve.