<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/><br/>Chloe regales me with the necessity of following protocol in dealing with hiring new people.  Something written into her grant.  So if that's the rule, then that's what we'll do.  I blush when she tells me that she likes me....and, I have the job, and the training I'll need, she'll provide.<br/><br/>I nod...."Sounds good"  and I run my nails lightly along her forearm.  Im glad that Sammie is keeping this end of the deck "private".<br/><br/>Chloe fills me in on the details of the position:<br/><br/>“Officially we both work for my Daddy, or really the little corporation he's set up for me. It's called Chloe Rulez, Inc., just so you know. Daddy's silly like that. You'll be hired for $10,000 a month plus full medical and a 401(k) up to 10% matching and medical with no deductible. The company is my grant plus what my trusts throws in to make up any difference.”<br/><br/>My jaw drops until I quickly close it as being unladylike....<br/><br/><em>"$10,000 a MONTH!!!   Are-are.....I mean.....gawd Chloe....I dont want to talk myself out of a raise.....but are you sure??  That's more money in a year than I make now in 2 years!!  With overtime!!…..never mind the perfect perks!!"</em><br/><br/>I look at her....then I have to ask a painful question:<br/><br/><em>"So this is your father's company officially.  And, I assume he knows who I am.  Or better put, who I was?  Will this cause a problem.  I cant take this job for a million dollars a month, if it will hurt you or come back to hurt you"</em><br/><br/>Chloe raises a finger and wiggles it back and forth to indicate 'no problem' while she sips her drink.  She moves forward with her own presentation:<br/><br/>“I don't think you caught it last night. I may need to leave the country to keep doing this research. I'll be damned if I give this to the defense department to be used to fight wars! We're about people, not making money by hurting people!”<br/><br/>"Oh no" I think to myself...."All this and then Im going to lose her???"<br/><br/>“So you're still "<br/><br/><em>"Yes" </em><br/><br/>"Even if I have to move to Sweden or Denmark or Norway or Switzerland?"<br/><br/><em>"I'd love to live in Europe....become a little fraulein"</em>I say deadpan...she's not dissuading me that easily!<br/><br/>"Daddy and Mother know I might need to do this and are prepared. Worst case means I won't be able to come back to the US because they might declare me a threat to National Security. Outside chance, but it's been done before.”<br/><br/>I can only nod at the enormity of the possibility.....wow....serious stuff!<br/><br/>Chloe pauses...her fingers stop tracing on my hand...I stop my nails from touching her forearm....something serious is about to be put on the table here....I just know it....women's intuition.....<br/><br/>“Kimmie, I'll give up this research for you. You're more important to me.”<br/><br/>I get up and in an instant, I am beside her....I sit right in her lap....wrap both arms around her and kiss her full on the lips....Right on the deck for all the world to see.....<br/><br/>I pull back....and look at her.....<br/><br/>"You are never giving up your research....if we are exiled to Europe, we'll make new friends, old friends and family can visit us....but we Chloe....us.....we will be together....."<br/><br/>I look in her eyes for a moment.....<em>"I'll be your wife....someday....I just know it....do your research, hold me close....and I'll hold you....we can do this....."<br/><br/>I reach around, pick up her napkin.....Im the worst crier of any girl on the planet!!  I dab my eyes and smile.<br/></em>