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one word.  "Office."
     
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    I felt defeated.  I didn't even bother to pick up the tray as I walked with my head down through the dining room, all eyes on me.
    I could see the flurry of the rest of the servers all attending to the table, cleaning it up, offering ways to help.  They knew it wasn't my fault but they couldn't help me now.  No one could.
    I closed the office door behind me and plopped into the big brown leather chair in the corner.   The big rolled arms with studded pins almost made it feel cocoon like as it hugged me gently.   I laid my head back and allowed myself a few tears before reaching over and gr abbing a tissue to clean myself up before I got fired.  Why am I even still here?  I should just grab my thi ngs and get the hell out of here. .
    As I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, I sat upright in the chair.  Harris stood in the doorway momentarily bef ore closing the door behind him and sighed, exasperated .
    " What happened?"  he said calmly squatting down in front of me.
    "I was reaching to place the glass next to her plate, and I lost control and it fell.  I really am sorry !"  I knew I was lying, but he didn't.  Maybe there was some way now I could save myself.
    I gulped back the tears now.  I hated being this emotionally vulnerable.  But I needed this job, even if I did hate it most of the time.  I still made great money off these rich folks.
    " Unfortunate ly my hands are tied.  If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have to do this.  But this woman's money and all the people who know her is what keeps this place alive.  I'm sorry Jess..."
    We were interrupted by a knock on the door.  I saw Harris roll his eyes as he got up to open it only a crack so he could see who was there.  I heard a male voice on the other said say, "May I speak with you?"   It sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it.
    "Certainly. " He said to the stranger.   " Jess, I will be back momentarily." The door closed b ehind him.
      As I sat wondering if I had enough money in my bank account to pay the rent, a couple of minutes passed before hearing the door open .   Harris stood there briefly with a puzzled look on his face. 
    "Looks like you have a guardian angel, Jess.  This man may have just saved your job.  He wants to speak with you privately.  Are you ok with that?"  Harris said as he moved aside to let the man through.
    It took me a second to register what was happening and then everything around me blurred except the image that stood before me.  It was him!  Wait.  It was him?  Why?
    "Uh...yeah, I guess..." was all that fell out of my mouth.  Dammit Jess, can't think of anything intelligent to say?
    The room seemed to shrink as I stood up and looked into those crystal blue eyes before lowering mine to t he floor .  Most men couldn't make me look away.   I was way to confident.  I may not be perfect, but I knew enough to know my own value even if these rich folks didn't.  But this was different.  I felt humbled if this man did indeed save my ass.
    "Th...thank you."  I mumbled, trying to get my mouth to move intelligently.
    "I didn't do it for you." 
    The words took me back.  If he didn't do it for me, then why did he do it?
    The confused expression I gave him nudged him to explain.
    " There's something I want from you.  If you say yes, then you keep your job.  If you say no, then you can go back to being fired."
    His matter-of-fact cold words slid like satin on velvet off of his tongue.  But I still didn't understand what he was getting at.
    "Yes...to what?" 
    He moved into my personal space and brought his face only inches from mine.  As my eyes met his the world around me went silent once again feeling as though he could look into my soul.
    " I have a proposition for you.  I am in town for the week.  I have several things that I need an escort for and I would like you to be that escort.  Your manager said it would probably be a good idea for you to take a