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<header>WHAT HAPPENS UNDER THE TABLE ...</header>
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<div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 12px">Managing a group of ego-driven male executives could be as difficult and fruitless as herding cats. Each one, often times, felt that their own problems and achievements inherently deserved to outshine the collective goodwill and health of any other branch. Or the company, in general. Kirk endured one such vermin -- the head of Integrated Marketing, Terrance Stubbord -- who droned on in lofty tones about the "incredible strides" being taken into uncharted territory. An untrained, unknowing spectator would have though Terrance an intrepid trail-blazer, thought-leader deserving a war medal for bravery; Kirk had his financial losses in hand, thanks to Keira's diligence, and he planned on bringing him down to earth that afternoon in the privacy of his office. <br/>
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The woman who sat next to him had an</span> <span style="font-size: 10px">EMPOWERING</span> <span style="font-size: 12px">effect upon him. Just by sitting in proximity. Keira radiated this effect since their first meeting which was her interview. Initially, Kirk brushed off the tingles in his core as the after-effects of sexual interest -- a trite, fleeting fancy rooted in considering the auburn-haired woman as a dalliance. But, the feeling never subsided; in fact, it grew with each passing day. She made him feel better, stronger, more adept to handle what nonsense his professional peers foisted upon him. <br/>
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Kirk clung fiercely to his bachelor status, though in private moments found within the heart of all men, he often wondered if this was what if felt like to be with a woman worthy of being considered a wife. The term, along with the -- what he considered -- defunct institution of marriage, seemed like an antiquated notion; it was a lie promoted by society, writ large, to perpetuate the machine that made more consumers, more drones to operate factories and work fields, swell the ranks of armies used to flex military influence. No one he knew that was married really enjoyed wearing a ring, as it served more of a convenience for family and tax reasons. <br/>
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And just when he'd almost convinced himself out of the fantasy involving Keira waking up in his bed every morning, her stocking leg brushed against his. Someone was speaking, he could not tell anymore; the man's heart pounded and his desire coursed with surging attraction. Kirk eventually controlled his mind and regulated his breathing, the knowledge that this redhead (who affected him far more than she could possibly imagine) had made a move that crossed the line of propriety. And, in a fractional way, he started to love her for having done so. <br/>
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A Mr. Benson from Accounting was babbling on about facts and figures related to the annuities market; Kirk's brain swam in an ocean of sexual bliss as Keira's stocking-clad foot found his bare ankle under the cuff of his pants. Kirk nodded toward Mr. Benson, making that all-important gesture of encouragement for him to continue. As he did so, his hand discretely slipped off the table --- and laid flat upon Keira's stocking thigh. The move, ostensibly, was to quell her intrusions -- which he would have welcomed under any other circumstances. Whether naughty or simply nervous and moving her feet to assuage anxiety, she was turning him on -- something that could not happen in front of the other partners who needed a show of strength. <br/>
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The feel of her stocking thigh, however, had quite the opposite effect. He felt his manhood twitch to life, and his heart pulsed in a deeper gear as his hand seemed to shift idly on its own accord. The range of his touch would have been slight, from her knee to the inside of her inner leg. The sheer texture of her worn, leg-lingerie captivated him like nothing else. He'd touched women's before, but Keira in stockings unhinged him in ways that made him question is allegiance to bachelorhood. <br/>
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"Does that ... sound like a feasible solution, Kirk?" Mr. Benson asked, tentatively. The look on his face expressed concern, as if he wasn't sure he'd bored Kirk to death with his problem. <br/>
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Kirk immediately snapped back to life, his hand still upon Keira's lithe, sheer leg -- he refused to move it. "It does," he lied, having heard nothing Mr. Benson said. "I trust that you'll steer your ship through these choppy waters. We all have your back." It was the default thing to say, but it was the only thing people needed to hear:<i> I believe in you. You are not alone.</i> The crux of leadership entailed expressing these truisms in appropriate ways at appropriate times. <br/>
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In the wake of his remark, which garnered nods and murmur from the cohort of executives, Kirk wondered how appropriate his touch of Keira had been. And whether she'd be putting in her resignation when they met or worse .... filing a sexual harassment lawsuit.<br/>
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