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Post by Bailey Harris on Jan 17, 2008 14:23:44 GMT -5
Yes it had finally happened. Bailey's planning and scheming had goteen her right where she wanted to be, in the big cushy office, where she could lord over the others in under her. It was essentially perfect. She pressed the call button to her secretary, "Nancy, have Tom in my office in the next five minutes. Tell him it's important. Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day."
She loved this new found power. The ability to cancel appointments, fire and hire people. It was a dream come true for Bailey Harris. She now got to sit back and let other people do the hardest work for her. She only had to decide whether or not to allow the case to go on. It was a simple as that for her. Another thing she loved, she had been able to put her best friend in a powerful position as well. Tom and Bailey had a massive nine year school and work history together, and she absolutely adored him.
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Post by Thomas A. Grayson on Jan 17, 2008 15:56:47 GMT -5
Senior Assistant District Attorney Thomas Grayson was ecstatic that his longtime friend and boss had summoned him for a meeting in her office. He first met Bailey Harris at Harvard University in Boston, Massachusetts studying law. He smiled to himself while he strolled the hallways. Good memories he thought.
He originally from England, she originally from Texas. He followed her to her hometown, Drakesville. He had fallen strongly for her every memory spent with her. He stepped into the doorway of her office and in the mild English accent he had, “How you do?”
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Post by Bailey Harris on Jan 17, 2008 22:55:04 GMT -5
Bailey smiled a wide smile as Tom entered the room. She stood, walking over to him and pulling him inside. She closed and locked the door behind him. "Hola, Grayson," Bailey said with her usual lustful look in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and lead him over to her couch, sitting them both down. "So, darling, are you enjoying your new post?"
She knew he was. Who wouldn't love to be pulled from being a Junior ADA to being the second in command. She had loved the power when she first got the job. It didn't even phase her that she only got it by sleeping with her predecessor. "You look very fetching in that suit, Tom. Anyway, I set aside my whole afternoon for you and I to have a little alone time. We have much to do and talk about," she said dropping the hint that he was free to instigate the beginnings of sex whenever he pleased.
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Post by Thomas A. Grayson on Jan 18, 2008 0:34:54 GMT -5
Tom looked at Bailey brightly when she lent him by hand to the couch on the far side of her office. He awed at her hand’s delicate smooth touch against his. He had fallen for her back in Boston when they went to law school. He tried to hide his true intentions of following her footsteps back to her hometown and become an American citizen.
He was disappointed with himself that he gave up his British citizenship to practice law and to work for the District Attorney’s Office in a city in Texas of all places. He could have been a top tier barrister back home in the United Kingdom. Tom sat down on the couch beside her. He looked into her eyes with the typical smile he always gave her. A charming smile that got her every time. People back home said it was a curse, “Thanks to you woman. I have to wear bloody ties and dinner jackets. Blast you!” He looked around her office, “I cannot believe, we meaning you have gotten this far in our careers. Our dreams have continually been persistently real.”
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