<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she accepts ... I kind of thought she would but I had to be certain ... sip my drink and reach across the table for her hand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So there's two parts to this and we need to take them separate because they are. Let's talk about the job first. I need someone I trust to help. I don't need a scientist. I need someone like you who is smart and can organize stuff. You have a degree in finance and worked as an analyst until my uncle went all bizarre. And then you basically learned how to run the office. The only skill you don't have is dealing with lab animals. Have you had pets? Tell me about your experience with pets, as if this were a job interview for a pet shop.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I rub her hand so she knows it's not like that ... but it is too, sort of …</em></span></span>