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then he stayed over for the first time.”
    “Ooohhh,” I tease . “So things finally heated up, huh? You were hoping that would be the case.”
    “I know! Can you believe it took him a whole week? I think that’s the longest it has ever taken a guy to finally give it up and make a move.” I barely manage to smother the snort that wants to fly out at her comment. She sounds like a guy. “I really like him. I think he might be the one for sure this time.” I love Meg, I really do, but this is about the fifteenth guy since I’ve known her the last couple years that has been “the one.” For her sake, I really hope he is, but after a week? It’s doubtful. But hey, who’s to say? It’s not like I’m an expert in the love department. Besides, if he’s not, I will give it to her, the woman rebounds quickly.
    “That’s so exciting,” I give her a smile . “I’m happy for you.”
    “I’m hoping to be happy for you today, too! Are you ready for the meeting?”
    My eyes look around the office, making sure no one is within hearing range before I make my confession. “My stomach is in knots, but I have been waiting for this day forever. I mean, the other day in the copy room, Steve smiled at me. It was one of those ‘I-want-to-tell-you-something-but-I-can’t’ smiles. I know it had 'you have the job,' written all over it.” Our boss is not exactly an easy guy to read. He seems to have people in the office that are his favorites and he talks to them frequently, but all the rest of us just exist around him. It’s like we are all just hoping for the smile or kind word to come our way – aside from that, we have to guess at what he’s thinking.
    Before Meg can respond, our new receptionist walks by . “Good morning, Meg! Good morning, Aspen!”
    We sing song, “Morning,” back like the professional co-workers we are but as soon as she walks past, Meg turns back to me and rolls her eyes. “Just her ‘good morning’ is annoying,” Meg says, making me giggle.
    “I so agree,” I confess in a whisper.
    I love that we’ve dubbed the new hire as Big Boobs Brandi. It makes me laugh, and besides, it’s the truth. Our new receptionist seems willing to do anything to capture our boss’ attention. It irks me when I always see her asking him if she can help or do anything for him. He already has an assistant, so it seems really unprofessional and highly suspect. I wrinkle my nose wondering what his wife would think if she were to witness their interactions, because every time he talks to Brandi, he looks right at her tits instead of her face. I half expect him to start humping her leg.
    Most women would be offended by that behavior in the workplace, but not Brandi. It’s obvious she knows exactly what he’s doing because her actions only make it worse. She wears her blouses unbuttoned far more than should be appropriate given our strict dress code, and she’s always laughing and touching the men in the office and flipping her hair. I mean please, all women have used the hair flipping move. We call that what it is from a mile away. All the women in the office give her looks when her back is turned, but she appears to be completely oblivious. I don’t think she really cares. Some may even say she’s smart – not afraid to do whatever it takes, to use her assets, if you will, to get ahead. I, on the other hand, find it insulting to womankind everywhere. We shouldn’t have to push out our tits and ass to get attention in a male-dominated work place.
    If it were up to me, I would stay out of Brandi’s way, but unfortunately, she’s taken a liking to me and whenever she has a question about something , she pops over to my desk and asks me. I’ve never had the heart to ask her to find someone else to help her – that wouldn’t look good at all. You would think my lack of enthusiasm would tip her off, but no.
    I hear the door open to the banker area behind me announcing the arrival of Dave. He comes and