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across from an attractive
intelligent man asking me personal questions about my likes and
dislikes. I noticed two cameras on me that I could see, but I
sensed someone was watching me from behind a mirrored glass window
straight ahead of me. I found myself glancing that way and smiling
flirtatiously. If I could not see my watcher, then I shall let him
see me, my seductive side. I felt like I was putting on a show for
someone with the way I flirtatiously answered questions and poised
myself. The camera lighting felt a bit blinding from time to time
when I tried glancing towards the mirrored glass, so I would glance
away and look down with a smile and light laughter before I would
look up and answer the gentleman's questions.
    Zachery was his name, the gentleman
asking me personal preference questions as to what I liked in a
man, what I preferred his background to be, and how he should dress
for my arrangements. Those arrangements would be, a man on call for
social engagements so it looked as if I had a boyfriend, without
all the hassle. This would be my solution to my pending problem in
work social situations. I know; I had sworn I would never use an
escort service again, yet this service guaranteed incognito and
professional. With what they charged, I doubt they wanted to
mislead their potential clients with another Christian. I had no
time to find a date and let I remind you the type of men I had on
call for sex, were definitely not the type of men who should be
integrating into my social work life.
    This whole thing came about when a
female Japanese executive from our top clientele list explained to
me how a successful woman from Harvard, had three kids and a
gorgeous intelligent boyfriend yet was able to be the president of
such an elite company that was successful, look incredible at
forty-five and keep it all together. This questioning ensued over
sushi and Saki, too many Sakis, or I do not think she would have
divulged her secret.
    The ex to the three kids they share,
lives in Hawaii and has them every summer. All summer. The three
kids attend private school during the school year along with two
full time live in nannies. The gorgeous intelligent boyfriend was
practically mail ordered from a discreet private escort company.
She had never slept with him; he was only arm candy for all the
social events, poised for pictures to keep the barracudas at bay -
those being the men who want her for her money and status. In a
rambling conversation, she carried on how if she must really admit
it, her staff was her success, but she did not always want them to
know that. It kept them on their toes a little easier that way. By
nights end, I had only a phone number to what might be my saving
grace to one of the very dilemmas I seemed to be having myself.
That phone number connected me to a very elite and discreet escort
service that guaranteed I would not be getting another Christian
Conner. I had my hesitation in doing this again, but her words of
guaranteed success not only with herself but a list of camaraderie
females in the business that could contend that this service was a
god send legit.
    Being single, yet making the money I
do and looking top of my game had me spending more time fighting
off potential barracudas. When what I really wanted to be doing was
make that large bonus this year by concentrating on my clients.
This seemed like the best solution to my problems, although it came
with such a high price tag, I had some reservations as to if it
would all be worth it.
    Zachery's smooth timber voice brought
my attention back to him from the wayward thoughts that kept
popping up in my head. "Jennifer, what would you describe as your
best features?"
    I glanced off at the mirror I had used
earlier to fix any stray hairs. I caught my reflection, mentally
said my name to myself. Jennifer mysterious Everest, what are your
best features?' I looked deep into my copper brown eyes that had
always caught men's attention. I had round