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under Mr. King.
    Jeremy sat back and proof read his email. After a final read, he paused and then clicked send.  He tried to dismiss it, but it was hard to ignore the uneasy feeling he had about using a fucking dating service. He could have any number of women, naked and blindfolded and in his bed, begging for him, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t want someone who was simply going along with what he wanted to do.  He wanted a woman who craved submission as much as he needed to be dominant.  Someone who wasn’t going to run away the minute things got intense. He didn’t want to be with someone he had to push beyond their limits.  He wanted someone who needed her limits pushed. Someone who wanted it so much she was willing to sign up at a dating service to find a partner.  He wondered, looking at the curves of the sexy woman in the photo, if he might have just found her.
    The next morning Jeremy pushed through the glass doors at his office.  A secretary sat below a sign with his name on it Hamilton Industries. She wore a prim navy blue suit with black reading glasses and gray hair pulled back into a severe bun. “Grace,” Jeremy greeted her with polite indifference as he approached her desk. Grace smiled and handed him a collection of messages.  He took them and headed down the hall to his private office.  As he reached his door, his phone chirped, alerting him of an incoming text. He entered the large office with sweeping views of the city, crossed over to his mahogany desk and set down his messages and briefcase. As he sat down he pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the text.
    Jeremy-
    Your sister started her job in the city last week.  I asked her to get in touch with you.  Please make time in your schedule.  She’s new to the city and doesn’t know many people there.  It would mean a lot to me. Thanks.
    -Dad
    Fuck.
    Jeremy tossed the phone onto his desk.  She’s not my sister.  I don’t even know her. He resented his dad forcing an artificial familial relationship on him.  I don’t have time to play host to a school girl. He wasn’t a fucking babysitter.  Let her take care of herself.  His mind drifted back to his family.  His father had married his stepmother when he was seventeen, almost an adult.  Her daughter was ten when they moved in.  He barely remembered her.  She was always a tiny wisp of a thing who was quiet and kept to herself.  He remembered her hair though. It was always a mass of tangles.  Jeremy had moved out at eighteen and had not been back since.  He had plans for himself and little time to give to the instant family his dad tried to create.  He resented the pressure to let these strangers into his life and pretend they were suddenly a family.  They weren’t.  Jeremy moved out and kept his distance, preferring instead to spend his time pursuing his career.  He devoted himself to it, and had amassed a fortune as a young investor which he then parlayed into billions. He loved working; it was what he valued most.  He didn’t have time for annoyances and especially not to play big brother to someone he didn’t know. His phone chirped again, pulling him out of his reverie.
    Hi Jeremy,
    I’m sorry to bother you.  Your dad told me to contact you once I was in town. Are you free sometime this week?  It would be nice to see you.
    -Olivia
    Guilt tinged him as he read her text.  He could tell she was afraid to bother him, and hesitant to make contact.  He sighed. He didn’t mean to be a dick.  It wasn’t her fault…but he really didn’t like to force a relationship when there was none.  What’s the point? “Shit,” he grumbled.  He stared at the text for a moment, deciding what to do.  If he blew her off, his dad would just nag him more.  Better to meet with her briefly and then send her on her way.  He exhaled and punched at his phone.
    “Olivia-
    I’m free a week from Thursday for dinner.  Meet me at La Belle restaurant in the Plaza