Without saying anything Mme Bertha somehow communicated that she would not interrupt or complain should Sofía and I seek private time. How does one c...nduct an employee-employer relationship if one is sleeping with the employee? The answer is simple: it can’t be done. I considered firing Sofía with a severance that would see her through the remaining time she was scheduled to help Mme Bertha. She persuaded me that she wouldn’t accept it, that she could keep her personal feelings for me separate. The honest truth was that she had not really lived until she stumbled into him in that dark bar last night. Her hands caressed the soft cotton material as she smiled. How had he known? Another truth was that this was her favorite dress, the one she would have chosen herself. And that fact did not escape her. He had chosen what she would have. And somehow that made everything seem more right somehow. She sighed as she looked out the window on a bright, sunshiny Texas spring morning. She could. .. when I led Grace out on the floor ... the misogynists laughed ... and trapped flies. It helped that she bounced out of her bodice a couple three times.“Grace,” I whispered in her shell like ear, “When did you get boobs?”“Two weeks ago, when you asked me,” she grinned. “Lansing has a great plastic surgeon.”“Never tell me your ass is plastic, too.” I said ... that would be a travesty.Grace kept dancing.“Well?”“Well, what?”“Is it or not?”“What?”“Plastic.”She kept dancing.Back at our assigned. It didn’t make any sense to me since she got her DUI two weeks after we broke up and going to rehab was something that turned out great for April. All I knew is that where Steve had been disinclined to like me before, he pretty much down right hated me now. Personally I could care less whether the guy liked me or not. I was into his daughter, not him. I just figured that he was used to getting his way due to the fact that he was wealthy. It really didn’t bother me much because my brokerage.