Instead I went to the office to surprise my husband. Holly came with me and we said our good-byes at the elevator. I opened the office door quietly so...I could surprise him. ‘Hi, babe,’ Jordan said without looking up. ‘How do you do that?’ I walked over to his desk and sat down on the edge. ‘I can smell you’re perfume when you step out of the elevator.’ Jordan sat back in his office chair and pulled me closer, sliding my ass along his desk. I sat before him and he rested his arms on either. A burly rent-a-cop showed at their side."Is there a problem?" He's trying to accost Miss Renault," David answered."I see. May I see your pass, Sir?" the man asked Dumont.Dumont presented a pass and the security man shook his head."Sir, you need to go back into the audience. Your pass does not cover the foyer during arrival of the cast members." I was on the fucking cast!" Dumont claimed loudly.Melanie shook her head. "He was let go by the producer after three weeks for gross misconduct. He is. ." she whispered softly, "... it's okay. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."It was only the soothing tone of her voice that kept my breathing from racing out of control, even though at that moment I felt sure that my heart was going to pound right out of my chest if it beat any harder. She had begun to softly stroke my arm, feeling my tension. I didn't know what to do, lying there as still as I could be; searching for something to say. She broke the silence once more, softly saying, "It's. I had also added to and upgraded my nicer things for social occasions. I had a selection of everything to fit my age closer and…some really nice outfits and dresses for ‘very’ special occasions but, not a lot. Most of the time, in street clothes and with no makeup, I just looked like an average fag…if anyone noticed at all. This applied to how I dressed for work too and no one seemed to notice.To me a lot of the clothes seemed more comfortable anyway. I’d also bought a couple of ‘gaffs’, a must.