<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"And you, Mr. Armando." Emma informed the front desk know about the need for a driver and limo, and they scheduled it all. One more thing she could cross off her list. She "searched" for an escort, but in reality just scheduled an appointment for a dress fitting. She worked through the morning, no problems arising. She gathered all the information Jared would need for his 10 am call, and got ready to go brief him. The two collided, papers fluttering everywhere. "I am so sorry." She hurried to pick everything up. Crap, that was probably strike 1. She hadn't seen him coming, and couldn't avoid him in time. "I was just coming to brief you for the next conference call, and to inform you that I would be your date this evening. You will be picked up from your house at 6 pm sharp in a company limo. The driver for tonight is Tanner." <br/>
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Emma waited for feedback from her boss, casually looking him over. He was built well, he just had a smugness about him she was itching to squash. She was dying to make him hers, to make him beg her for mercy, and scream her name. She wanted him to realize who was actually in charge, because it wasn't him. </span></span></span>