Just when she was sure her job was pulverized, somehow it pulled back from the brink of death and even whipped forward in an unexpected move. He scarcely gave her time to respond before sweeping out of the room, a tactical move, and left her in silence to mull everything over at once.<br/><br/><em>Did I really just get a promotion because he wanted a date? Am I supposed to feel grateful or indebted? Jesus, how did I even get to this point? What the hell happened today?</em><br/><br/>Corinne glanced down to her hands still death-gripping the laptop bag and noticed them shaking ever so slightly. The adrenaline now burning up her veins felt unbearable, as if she'd had a gallon of coffee all at once. Was this some kind of Monica moment?<em>Is this my Clinton blowjob?</em><br/><br/>By the time he returned, she had not even remotely reached a conclusion, still wrestling with herself, her morals, and her potential future. Her peers as an intern had warned her of pervy old senators that would take advantage, but nobody could have prepared her for young, moderate conservatives.<br/><br/>When prompted, again she had a moment of throwing caution and before she could check herself, blurted out, "Is this some kind of strike back to your wife dating a Latino?"