As I was going into work, she was leaving. She would wave hi and just to be polite I’d wave back, but it wasn’t like we were best friends. All I k...ew about her was that she wore tight clothing all the time; her boobs would be pouring over her shirt, and a couple of times I swore I saw the top of her nipples, but that’s beside the point. Some guy from work was having a Halloween party at his house and invited everyone. I was really shy at work so I didn’t really know anyone, except for getting. I asked her to stop using nail-polish, telling her I thought it made her look cheap, she threw out all the bottles and never used it again. She now wears skirts or dresses because I once told her half-heartily that I thought women looked sexier in a skirt than pants. Only months after did I realize that I hadn't seen her in anything but a skirt since that comment.Each weekend since I moved out I came over to her townhouse, spoilt and enjoying it. I sat in dad's old easy chair watching. “But she’s a brilliant friend, she doesn’t judge and you can talk to her about anything.” I smiled at Amy who grinned back. “Nutty as a fruit cake just about sums her up.”“Nah,” I replied, “Fruity as a nut cake.” The whole room laughed and we settled down into more general conversation.Throughout the evening I kept glancing at Georgie who seemed to keep glancing at me as more than once did our eyes meet. Sometime later when Sophie, Jen, Rachel and Kelsey had gone to bed, Georgie moved from her. He got the impression that some of the managers were looking to take advantage of the situation. There had to be a place for someone of the quality of Brent. He hadn't, however, been able to uncover anything that suited his particular skills, and was becoming more and more resigned to the probability that Brent would leave the company.There was no thought Brent would go to a competitor. He knew him well enough to know that would never happen. It was simply the loss of a very good employee that.