The collision was brutal, papers went all over the place, and Jared assumed they were very important. He stumbled backward a few feet until he slammed into the door of his office. "Fucking hell woman, strike one, keep this shit up and you won't need a dress for this evening because your ass will be out on the street." He had listened to her speak, byt the smug asshole that he was did not help her pick up a single piece of paper that was strewn about. Jared was also certain he had crumpled a few as he stumbled backwards.<br/><br/>Tanner sounded like a terrible name, probably not an innate local, of course he wasn't either, but he had an appreciation for those types. "Give me that paperwork, too late to do much else, and if this call goes poorly it will be your fucking ass!" He quickly snatched the papers from her hands and abruptly turned to head back into his office. There was no time to waste. Little did he know that the paperwork was practically all in order save for a few pieces here and there.<br/><br/>Once inside for the conference call he saw a number he knew very well, The Pentagon, he had been in talks in the past, but they always hesitated, he hoped now that they would finally listen to him and take up a contract. The notes were amazingly well done, and figures and logistics were well worked out to where Jared didn't have to do much in order to make the sale. The chief advisors at The Pentagon were chomping at the bit to get his software installed. There were some requests, customization, etc that was all talked about and two hours later the meeting concluded with paperwork being signed and agreed to and everyone involved in their happy place.<br/><br/>Jared walked out of his office. "Bye Emma, see you tonight, unless you screw something else up, but good work on the notes." He hadn't retracted her strike, it still stood, but Jared was off to go watch for some beautiful flowers at the beach.