He'd put out word that junior traders who worked out here were much more likely to eventually become senior traders. The Coleman crowd were bright and...motivated enough to recognize the difference between a suggestion and a command and had shown up en mass shortly after the closing bell, streaming past Rick and Max as they stood outside." ... maybe even end up on Dancing with the Stars," Max was saying. Chance shrugged as if to suggest that such things were within the realm of possibility."We'd. I might need to check on a few things when she is out (old houses break in weird ways) beyond that I would not be seen up there. The new (made to look old) door on the stairway added a lot to privacy, Cindy and others had no such benefit. So she moved in a week later, I told my wife, her first response was "don't get her pregnant" My reply was that I had no plans to mess with her. My wife from halfway around the word, replies "yea, right, maybe not today!" It is now late September (and I should. It was less than an hour later when I got a phone call. “Hello?” I asked, tired and disgruntled.“This is Jill,” a cool voice replied. Jill was the secretary to our CEO, Ms. Manhattan. “Ms. Manhattan would like to see you in her office as soon as possible.”This couldn’t be good. I put the phone down, got out of my chair, and nervously walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the mirror of the elevator and straightened my tie. A bead of sweat trailed my temple, and I wiped it off.. After staring at her she asked did I want a cut - at that time was thinking of a fuck.Ah Ah yes but thought I had to make an appointment.'I was about to close up but think I could take one more" she said pointing to the chair.I sat down and she put the robe over my shoulders and my hands which were glued to the arms.She did some small chat but wasn't taking much notice just watching her in the mirror.She had finished and was combing my hair as she moved around the side of the chair she pressed.