She made recommendations. She left the final draft with Peter Curzon. She had also let Anthea have a look at it.Peter was very complimentary. “You�...ve done a very good job there, Grace. I can’t fault the reasoning and I didn’t spot a single typo or poor choice of words. Well done you!”Grace was unable not to blush with pleasure. “Thank you, Peter,” she said in almost a whisper.She and Angie put the finishing touches to it and then she left it with Mr Walker’s secretary. Mr Walker sent for her. Suddenly she was just sitting there with a smile on her face and looking blankly into space. She was as high as a kite. Well this evening is over, I better go call a taxi and get her home, I thought to myself. I asked at the bar if they could phone a taxi for me. The barman said no need to, there are always taxi’s outside. I thanked him and walked outside to see that he was correct. I decided to get Paula up and outside before making contact with any of the drivers and as I returned to the bar. '" She giggled all the way up to the room.I really didn't know how to get it on with Elise so I asked, "How are you feeling about this so far?" Pretty good but nervous. That's why I brought the brandy. How about you?" The same. She reached into her bag of essentials and pulled out a flask and two shot glasses. We both let the brandy hit the back of our throats in one gulp, then a second."I'm feeling better already, Carl," and she pulled down her top. "I think you've seen these before, so it's. Sometimes Matt watched the sunset from the roof, but he decided he would rather be comfortable that night, and stayed in. Matt then went for his much needed shower, and, after drying, he put on a light robe before mixing a cocktail and sitting at his computer to check emails and such while still enjoying the view out his window. The sun had already descended behind the building next door, and the color of the sky told him that it was near sunset. He turned in his desk chair to enjoy the beauty.