“What?”“Bluefin tuna,” he repeated, slightly louder.Liz stared at her husband before laughing. “You caught Charlie the Tuna?”“Hey! Charl...e was damn big! He weighed almost a hundred-fifty kilos!” Bob protested.Liz smiled. “Okay, so that’s a lot of tuna fish. Go take your shower.”“Tough sucker, too! Fought like hell!”“Go take a shower.”Bob smiled and headed towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. “Charlie was a real son of a bitch!”Liz just laughed. She stretched, scratched, and rearranged. That was dead wrong, and in the long run cost us more time than it should have. At any rate, I'm going to let go, and back off. I'll still be reviewing our progress, but I'm going to spend more time working with the day shift, actually helping to shoot some of the problems myself."Pierre said, "Sandy, it takes a big person to say what you've just told us. I'm proud to be working with you!"A number of the others cheered or hollered, "Hear hear!"I blushed, and said, "Thank you, thank you all. I. .um… Good morning Sir. I didn’t know you were in. I…um… your car’s not in the parking lot.” I could feel heat spreading across my face as I moved my bag in an attempt to cover the shortness of my skirt.“Shit Rebecca, I didn’t even recognize you. I thought you were one of the other lawyers new interns. You look….wow. Come in, come in. Take a seat by my desk.” The smile on his face made him look almost ten years younger and I couldn’t help but smile too.“I ended up having a flat this morning so. “At the risk of being disowned on the first day, what hunk of fiberglass was Dennis talking about?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Grandma Jessen covered her mouth, trying to hide a smile, and Grandfather Jessen glared at me, then turned and glared at his son.“Did you put him up to this?” he asked, sounding annoyed.“No way. He about had a fit when he walked in my garage. He knows more about those cars that most of the mechanics that work for me.” Dennis said with a huge grin on his.