The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)
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				Title: <strong>The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:44:27</strong>
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				Jack or as the sign out front read, Johnathon Cooper, sat in his office with his normal emotionless expression, his dirty blonde hair parted on the right side, with his bangs and the shorter hair near the part sticking up slightly.&nbsp; At a glance one would think it unkempt but it was actually styled that way on purpose to give him that, I’m always busy just like you look.&nbsp; His dark brown tailored shirt with cufflinks and designer tie looked as though they had just come from the cleaners even though he had been in them all day.&nbsp; His desk was immaculate with everything in its rightful place.&nbsp; Kicked back in his chair he had his log book open and was engrossed in thought when Maggie walked in.<br><br><strong>“You wanted to see me sir,”</strong> Maggie said as she waited on the opposite side of his desk.<br><br>Just moments before you would not have pictured him looking so calm and in control.&nbsp; He was staring at a picture of Sarah that he was holding at while he rocked in his chair.&nbsp; Almost the look of a mad man as he breathed unsteady and played with his hair.&nbsp; Finally he stood up and walked to the file cabinet where he opened up a drawer and rifling through the folders threw the picture in a one of them slamming the door shut. Calmly he returned to his chair sending an IM to Maggie telling her to come to his office and opening up his log book.<br><br>His office was expansive taking up what could have easily been a large family room in some of the bigger houses in town.&nbsp; Immaculately clean decorated in combination jugendstil and modern art deco style with posters and artwork from his many successful marketing campaigns hanging about.&nbsp; In the back near the window was a large open air terrarium with an exquisite display of purple lilies.<br><br>Maggie stood on the opposite side of his desk for a while patiently waiting for his response, until finally, without looking up from his book he pushed a sheet of paper across the desk towards her and said, <strong>"Put this add in the paper.”</strong> He then pulled his hand back and up to his logbook to follow through where he was reading, again without looking at her.<br><br>She pulled the piece of paper up and left without a word closing the door behind her.&nbsp; As she walked down the hall she read it and as her mouth turned down she began sniffling before she reached her desk.&nbsp; Once at her desk in the front lobby she began to cry, putting her head in her hands and sobbing uncontrollably.<br><br>That was Friday afternoon last, this morning, Sunday, Jack retrieved his paper from the porch at precisely 6:00am like he did every day and returning to his nook where his breakfast was already prepared and coffee poured, he sat down and immediately opened to the classified section, a smile creeping across his face as he looked at the add and saw that Maggie had done precisely as he had asked.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1046/addassistantpu6.png)</div><br>.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:04:59</strong>
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				Jaydenn sighed softly, dragging herself from underneath the heavy blankets on her small futon. Her slim body all but fell onto the mat, covering the hardwood near her bed, and slowly stood, eye makeup smudged below her eyes, and blond hair standing up haphazardly, and trailing to halfway down her back. Blinking hard, she pulled a pair of jeans over her panties, and stepped out of her small room, padding silently through the large house, her jeans not even fastened, and her large white free t-shirt hanging from her shoulders. <br><br>Opening the storm door, the young woman crouched, and reached for the paper, before entering the kitchen, and beginning her Father's breakfast. Ten minutes later, with the careful hangover food in the over to keep warm, and the coffee maker brewing a few cups, she sat at the table, and opened the paper. After reading the comics, she went searching for something interesting to read. Finding the classifieds, she halfheartedly scanned them, looking at wanted, and for sale adds, eating a piece of toast, before she stopped, and read an ad.<br><br><em>Help Wanted<br>Clerical assistant...</em><br><br>Frowning, her blue eyes scanned the advert, mentally checking off the needed skills. She could do all of it. She could get out in the world, do something with herself. Standing absentmindedly, she took the section with her up to her room, and circled the number. She picked up the rotary beside her desk, and began to dial. It was a Saturday morning, but she could surely leave a message.<br><br><em>Ring.... Ring</em>A female's voice on the message, with the standard 'leave your name and message...'<br><br>"Hello, My name is Jaydenn McKenna, and I would like to express an interest in your advertisement for&nbsp; clerical assistant. I am well versed in all of the specified duties, and I am excited about this opportunity. Please call me back at 2-oh-6, 945, 5703. Thank you very much, and I very much look forward to hearing back from Mr. Cooper."<br><br>The click of hanging up. Biting her lower lip, the twenty-two year old grinned, staring at the ad. She could have a job. Get out. Do something. Her cheeks dimpled, as she pulled her knees to her chest, giggling softly with glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:55:43</strong>
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				Maggie spent an almost sleepless weekend at home curled up in front of the TV watching mindless re-runs and eating chocolate mint ice cream.&nbsp; She knew this was coming; Jack had been moody ever since Sarah left and his demands were almost beyond human.&nbsp; There was no way she could keep up with them.&nbsp; She glanced through the want adds a looking for something to call on come Monday morning, but when she saw the add he had her put in the paper she broke down again throwing her face into the throw pillow on the couch. <em>"That Bastard couldn’t even come out and tell me he was going to replace me, well fine, I’m threw with him and his little games too,”</em> she sobbed to herself in her pillow.<br><br>Monday morning came and when she got to the office at 8:30am, she pulled up her computer and saw an email from him. <br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Maggie, there are phone messages on the machine, please retrieve them and return the one concerning the advertisement.&nbsp; I am not to be disturbed except for my coffee until Mrs. Johansen arrives at 10:00</tt>.<br><br>She stared at the email for a few minutes knowing that he was in his office.&nbsp; She made the coffee like he wanted except threw in an extra sugar, walking down the hall she brought herself together and opened the door marching crisply to his desk and setting the coffee on the corner closest to him on his right, <strong>“If there is anything else I will be at my desk sir.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Thank You Maggie, that will be all,”</strong> he bluntly retorted without looking up from the periodical he was engrossed in, some marketing weekly that he always read first thing on Monday morning, she never paid attention to them anyways.&nbsp; He just sat there in his blue shirt and red tie like she didn’t exist.&nbsp; Turning smartly she raced across the office and closed the door behind her with a crisp pull before marching down the hallway to retrieve the messages.<br><br>There were a few responses, three sounded like they were bright crisp ladies with a lot of experience, but the second one is the one that caught her attention.&nbsp; A shy girl with a slight stutter almost in her voice.&nbsp; She sounded as though she had rehearsed the call.&nbsp; That’s the one she will call and see if he hires her.&nbsp; <br><br>Maggie picked up the phone and dialed the number while she looked at the name, hoping she could pronounce it correctly.&nbsp; 206-945-5703 and waited for the phone to answer; when she heard a voice say hello, <strong>“Hello, this is the office of Johnathon Cooper, is there a Jaydenn McKenna there?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 16:11:39</strong>
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				Jaydenn sighed as the storm door slammed. Daddy was off for another day. He needed more chaser pills. Used the last few up last night. She was pretty certain that he was still tipsy. Biting her bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed, she began the walk up to her room. Her father had been angry last night. Shouting, slammng doors, windows, drawers. Calling her useless, a freeloader. He had told her he wished she had gone with her mother. Why didn't she just leave?<br><br>Siting on the bed, she pulled the small ring box towards her, and opened it. He was right. She was useless. A few art razors, alcohol wipes, a tissue and two folded badages. She was a terrible person. Mom had left. She wasn't good enough. Swallowing nervously, she picked up the razor, laying her left arm out on her lap, and licking her lips. Pain curled in her chest, her stomach, fighting for a way out, suffocating her. Her eyes stayed dry, breathing laboured, but steady.<br><br>It was mesmerizing, how pressing the sharp edge, pulling it through her skin, releasing the blood also released- <em><strong>RING!</strong></em>[/b] Jaydenn gasped, jerking from the startle. Grabbing her tissue, she pressed it hard into the gash, while looking around. Eyes spying her Rotary, she folded her injured arm, keeping the tissues tight against the bleeding, and picked the telephone up.<br><br>"Hello!?" She asked, still wide eyed, breathless. It as that office she had applied for a job at. Swallowing, she took a deep breath, an attempt to calm herself. "Yes, I'm Jaydenn." She replied, her voice slightly more steady. Her eyes were tearing. Why now? The cut was hurting. The unexpected pain, the deepness was terrible. <br><br>"It's great to hear back from you so promptly. How may I help you?" She asked, looking around. The tissue as getting soaked through. She had cut the fleshy part of her forearm. She wasn't in ny real danger from it, she was sure, it just.... <br><br>Jaydenn breathed slowly from her&nbsp; nose, trapped by the phone. She pressed the wet tissue closer. The nearest tissues were in the bathroom. Biting the inside of her mouth, she forced herself to focus on the voice on the other end, eyes overflowing. She fought desperately to keep her breathing normal, her voice steady, but her heart was thundering in her chest.<br><br><em>Please don't take long...</em> She prayed to herself, glancing down at her arm, chained to the phone. Trapped. She bit down deeper, releasing blood into her mouth.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:20:34</strong>
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				<strong>“Mr. Cooper would like you to come in for an interview if you have time this afternoon,”</strong> Maggie replied.&nbsp; She could hear that there was something tense with the girl on the other end, but she sounded better than the message.&nbsp; Either way Maggie didn’t care and told herself so remembering that she was getting out of here.&nbsp; This guy thinks he can tell me what to do, forget that. <br><br><strong>“He has an opening at 2:00 if you can stop in with proof of your skills.”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:37:57</strong>
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				Jaydenn nodded, her voice hasty. "Yes, yeah, I can. That would be fine. May I have the address?" She asked, swallowing the coppery blood, eyes fastened on her arm, the tissue was totally red, now. Wasn't doing any good. She would bring in her grades from community college, for coding and typing. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:45:12</strong>
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				Maggie replied, <strong>"Excellent, so 2:00 O'clock sharp and make sure you are on time, Mr. Cooper likes to keep all his appointments on time.&nbsp; You will find the offices in the old mill house down on 4th street.&nbsp; 6584 4th Street just east of Harvard about one block.&nbsp; Do you have any other questions?"</strong>&nbsp; Maggie thought the girl on the other end of the phone was trying to get rid of her, odd as that would be, after all she was the one calling for the job.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 22:02:02</strong>
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				"No, that's all I need. Thanks." She replied, chanting the address in her head. "I won't be late. Thank you very much." She added, her breath easing slightly. As soon as goodbyes were traded and the phone was put on the cradle, Jaydenn stood, cradeling her injured arm with the other, and made her hasty way to the washroom, careful not to drip on the carpet. Sitting on the toilet, she began to unroll toilet paper,&nbsp; pressing it, wadding it over the gash, still attached to the roll.<br><br>Taking the toothbrush cup, she filled it with her good arm, and swished water throuh her mouth, spitting it ito the sink. It was deep pink.<br><br>Ten minutes passed, but the gash finally stopped bleeding enough fo her to retrieve one of her gauze pads, and tighten it around her arm using an ace bndage. She'd used the bandage before. There would be <em>another</em> scar. She'd gone much deeper tha normal when she jumped.<br><br>She was at the office at 1:45, in a long sleeved red blouse, which was too big around the torso. she had to get a size larger for her breasts and shoulders, and ended up looking sloppier than she should. Long plain black dress pants. No makeup, and her hair hanging in a lank ponytail down her back. She carefully held her credit certificates with her left hand, holding it close, protectively against her stomach. Stepping into the offie, she looked at the current secritary. "Hello, I'm Jaydenn McKenna." She said softly, careful not to lisp with her swollen inside cheek, her right hand hanging awkwardly, not sure if she should offer to shake or not. It was quite obvious that this woman was losing her job.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 23:57:07</strong>
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				Maggie looked up from her her desk with her smudged mascara and sniffled a bit trying to regain herself, for just a moment.&nbsp; She had already started clearing her stuff from in the desk and had a box half full sitting on the ground next to her chair.<br><br>She glanced up realizing that this was the girl she spoke with on the phone and thought that maybe she would have another week of employment, there was no way Jack was going to accept her.<br><br>Mustering herself she turned to Jaydenn, <strong>"Mr. Coopers office is at the end of the hall, you can wait in the chair near it until he calls you in."</strong><br><br>She then turned to her computer and typed off a quick IM to Jack:<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Mr. Cooper, your 2:00 is here, I am sending her to wait outside your door</strong></span><br><br>He responded:<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Thank you Maggie, that is all for today, you can leave now if you wish.&nbsp; I will mail you your final check</strong></span><br><br>Maggie threw a picture in her box, looked angrily at Jaydenn, picked up the box and holding back her combination of tears and anger breezed past her on the way out the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:41:13</strong>
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				Jaydenn nodded, watching as the woman glared at her, and shuffled down the hall, sitting in the chair outside the man's office. Licking her lip nervously, she looked at the heavy door. Her head bent slightly down, and she swallowed, hugging her certificates loosely to her chest, and stupporting her arm. She hoped that she would get the job. That she could make something of herself. The woman's glare he way she stomped aross the office made Jaydenn bite her bottom lip once again. What had happened? Why was she losing her job? Clearly she didn't believe it was justified. Would he be unreasonable?
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:37:16</strong>
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				Jack sends the IM and then turns to look at his desk, in the middle is a row of a dozen or so red sharpie markers that sit lined up neatly in a row facing end to end.&nbsp; His mind suddenly drifts back to Sarah and for a long time a quiver crosses his lips as he glances over and stares at the filing cabinet.&nbsp; Deep in thought his lips quiver and his eyes wince before he glances at his watch and sees the time, 1:58, almost time for the appointment so he opens his drawer and looks down at the mirror in the bottom of it as pens and clips roll across it, and he begins straightening up his hair.<br><br><strong>“Please come in,”</strong> he states with a somewhat quavering voice as he looks to the door.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:42:14</strong>
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				Hearing the man inside call, Jaydenn sood, fingers tightening around her certificates as she swallowed nervously. She stepped into the office, her posture still bad, curled protetively around herself and her injured arm. Stepping to the desk, she offered the certificates, licking her bottom lip nervously. "Hello I'm Jaydenn..." She said nervously.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:49:46</strong>
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				Jack looked up at the young lady before him, an ill fitted red blouse, plain black dress pants, no makeup and her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.&nbsp; As he looked at her he played with his hands rolling them inside one another and goofy but silent smacking of his lips together as if trying to say something, but nothing came out.<br><br>After several awkward seconds he finally spoke, <strong>“You are here for the job – are you pregnant?”</strong> he asked rather bluntly.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:02:20</strong>
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				Jaydenn shifted, just as uncomfortable as he was, if not more. "Yes I - No." She replied, shaking her head. "I'm&nbsp; not pregnant." She replied, frowning softly. Her arms rapped around her stomach, the classic protective reflex of a female. Her foot began to tap, and she began to tap her fingers to her thumb quickly.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:07:00</strong>
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				Jack looked at her for a moment, then down at his desk where he stopped playing with his hands before slowly lifting his head and without even seeming to think asked, <strong>"Do you plan on getting pregnant?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:09:47</strong>
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				Jaydenn shook her head once again. "No." She replied simply, bting down on her lower lip, her fingers still going nervously. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:15:05</strong>
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				Jack did not appear amused as he looked her in the eyes this time, <strong>"Are you living in an apartment?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:17:27</strong>
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				"In a house." She replied, realizing how this would go.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:20:26</strong>
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				With a straight face this time, becoming more interrogative, jack responded, <strong>"Alone?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:24:05</strong>
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				"With my Father." She fell into the easy exchange, relaxing slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:25:59</strong>
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				He blinked once at her reply, <strong>"Siblings?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:27:58</strong>
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				"None." She aid softly, frowning slightly. Mom had taken Dana.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:32:54</strong>
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				Jack twisted to his left and faced away from her as though she were not even standing there where he began to fiddle with some form of regulator pushing buttons and adjusting some dials, <strong>“Have you ever won any awards?”</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>As he spoke some lights turned on illuminating the open terrarium in the backside of the office and a fine spray began to descend on the flowers.&nbsp; The flowers were radiant, ranging from light lavender to an almost deep purple and each one stood straight showing their outstanding health.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:47:14</strong>
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				"I came in withn the top three in both my html and coding classes." She replied, watching as he turned from her. She turned as the lights illuminated the plants, and her mouth gaped, her gasp slow. They were gorgeous. So well cared for. She could see the dedication he took with them. Stifling the urge to go closer, Jaydenn slowly turnd back to him, tearing her eye from the gorgous spectacle.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:54:03</strong>
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				<strong>"Are those your scores?"</strong> he asked looking at the crinkled up piece of paper she had clutched to her belly.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:55:04</strong>
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				She looked to him and nodded, holding them out for the second timefor him, biting her bottom lip.
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 06:04:57</strong>
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				Jack took the paper placing it in the middle of the desk and leaned over glancing down and then in a quiet almost soothing tone said, <strong>“Jaydenn</strong> (pause) <strong>McKenna.”&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Then turning to his right he grabbed a dart from a cork board he had on the right of his desk, one of about a half dozen and turned back to his left using the point to dial the phone.&nbsp; Placing the receiver to his ear he turned back to Jaydenn and placed his hand over the mouthpiece, turned to her looking her right in the eyes and asked, <strong>“Could you get me a cup of coffee with sugar.”</strong>&nbsp; It was more of a demand than a question as he looked away returned to the phone waiting for an answer on the other end.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 06:20:44</strong>
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				Jaydenn stopped, staring at him for a moment. Get him coffee? "I- um..." She looked around, at him again, then stepped back, three paces, before sowly turning and stepping out, going in search of a coffee maker. She frowned softy in contemplation. Get him coffee?
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 06:32:00</strong>
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				Jack feigned not gazing at her pretending to pay notice to the phone, as she turned to walk out he tilted forward and watched her depart through the door.&nbsp; As he leaned back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction filled him, gone was Maggie and replaced before he even wanted another cup of coffee.&nbsp; A smile came back to his face and he held it for a brief second until his eyes caught sight of the red markers on his desk.<br><br>His mouth began quivering again and there was almost a twitch in his eye as he leaned forward, using his hand swept the entire bunch off his desk and into the trash bin below.&nbsp; Now he was done.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at them a moment more, a sense of wanting to reach in and pull them back out swept over him, but he resisted and pushed the bin back under his desk returning to his phone waiting for an answer on the other end.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 17:51:50</strong>
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				Once out of the ofice, Jaydenn looked around nervously, walking slowly, until she found the breakroom. Licking her bottom lip nervously, she steped in, and began to look for the coffee making equiptment. Finding a mug, instant cofee and a kettle, she lay them out, before looking to the water cooler. The botle was empty. Maybe there was some water left over? No luck. <br><br>Biting down on her bottom lip in frustration, she went in search for a new water bottle. Three minutes later, she groaned uner the weight, and finally had the bottle, with much less water than originally, rested up on the cooler, slowly draining into the resivoir. Her arm was killing her, and she was certain it had begun to bleed again.<br><br><em>One...two...three!</em> She thought, pushing the bottle up. More water sloshed down, mostly onto her shirt, but the bottle stayed. Looking down, at the blouse now moulded to her, she bit back a curse, and went ahead making the coffee. Two spoonfuls of sugar, and she peeled the blouse from herself, before she began the treck back, the blouse going back to cling to her stomach.<br><br>"Here you are." She said nervously, carefully placing the coffee on his desk, her arms going bak around her stomach, right arm supportig the left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 17:04:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack leaned back in his chair after she left and hung up on the feigned phone call.&nbsp; There was something about this girl, but what he didn’t know. Whatever it was it had grabbed a hold of him and was twittering with his mind like a nest of bumble bees on a hot summer afternoon.&nbsp; She wasn’t dressed very well, and her mannerism left a great deal of room for improvement. Yet she seemed smart and willing to do as directed. She had an outward smile on her face but she was holding something back.&nbsp; He would need to dig deeper to find out why she wanted to work here, why him.<br><br>He got up and moved to the back of the office looking at the Iris’s.&nbsp; They always brought his solstice when he couldn’t calm his mind.&nbsp; Their simple elegant beauty in an office of turmoil’s always had that calming effect.&nbsp; He cared for them a great deal to make sure they were always looking their best and today was no exception,&nbsp; he came in early knowing that he would be finding a new assistant and made sure each flower had the proper amount of water and fertilizer, the effort he put into their care had paid off.&nbsp; As he looked at them he pictured the closed bud, wrinkled and shriveled around itself.&nbsp; A beauty hid within itself, away from the rest of the world and hurting inside just to open. Then he remembered watching them open and unfurl to show the world just what they had to offer.<br><br>That was it; there was something about her that was holding her back from being the woman she could be.&nbsp; He pictured past the shabby blouse and simple black pants.&nbsp; Disregarded her face with no makeup and the hair drawn back in the loose ponytail and he saw a object of beauty, a wonder to behold.&nbsp; Yes she was there and it was up to him to bring her out, he knew he could do it, but would she be willing to do what it was going to take.&nbsp; It’s not an easy process to change someone so ingrained in their ways and make them see who they can really be.<br><br>He contemplated the situation and sat on the couch behind the table in front of the flowers waiting for her to return.&nbsp; He was uptight and it showed, he wasn’t his calm self as he twisted his hands and pondered.&nbsp; Finally she came back in and set the coffee on the table in front of him before sitting in the chair opposite of him across from the table.<br><br>He looked at her and saw that she had a bit of trouble making the coffee as her shirt was soaked, internally he almost wanted to laugh but the thought of the flower wanting to bloom came back to him. <strong>“Do you really want to be an Assistant?”</strong> he asked, but as he looked at her he noticed the water was making her shirt cling to her form and he could clearly see her breast, firm large and round, almost perfect and he almost blushed.&nbsp; Instead he pulled his coat around himself and leaned back on the coach laying his head on a throw pillow.<br><br><strong>“You have the highest scores of anyone I have ever interviewed you know, you really are overqualified for the position,”</strong> he stated bluntly as he leaned his head over and looked at her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 20:58:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded, licking her bottom lip. "Yes, sir." She replied softly, looking down, fighting a blush of her own. It wasn't a blush of arousal, it was one of embarassment, her failure plain on her clothing. She was foolish, why did she not know how to fill a water cooler? It wasn't a difficult task, was it? His next statement caught her, and Jaydenn loked at the man stretched out before her. She was determined to have this job.<br><br>"I will do an excelent job for you, Mr. Cooper." She replied to his overqualified statement. I have more knowledge, and thus you will be able to trust me to do the work more effectively." She added, putting in an arguement. A small show of backbone. She needed the job. She wanted to get out so badly. Do something. Start her life. She couldn`t be denied for taking classes, could she?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 21:20:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat back up off the couch and looked Jaydenn right in the eyes a puzzled expression on his face as he thought about what he was getting ready to say, <strong>“I have a part time programmer for the website, I mean it would mainly be typing up correspondence which I prefer to be typed, on a typewriter. It is terribly boring work.”</strong>&nbsp; He looked at her and could see the tense facial expression, her apprehension and began to think he was right about her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 21:23:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've always wanted a typewriter." She replied. "I would be glad for the opporituity to use it." Her hands wrung in her lap, and her eyes darted away from his, before returning. Taking a steeling breath, she added, voice flat and serious "I want boring work, Mr. Cooper."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 16:27:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat up and leaned in towards the table tensing his lips and squinting his eyes a bit, looking like he was staring to lift a heavy weight.&nbsp; After a few moments of looking right at Jaydenn he sat back up and leaning back in the couch his face loosened up with a sigh and his eyes unsquinted. He paused and brought his hands up in front of his face fist closed and sputtered, <strong>“There’s something about you, but I can’t quite place it, your closed up tight inside yourself,”</strong> he paused and then opening his hands and spreading them apart, <strong>“Wall”</strong> and he placed his hands down holding onto the edge of the couch leaned forward again.<br><br>He paused for a moment studying her and internally smirking a bit that she was soaked from getting his coffee, he was almost embarrassed when he first notice that earlier and that’s why he laid down on the couch.&nbsp; He looked back at her and asked, <strong>“Do you ever open up?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:03:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eye traced his movements, though Jayenn stayed quiet, allowing him to analyze her. Shrugging at his question, she shook her head. "I haven't for a long time, Mr. Cooper" She replied, looking away. She didn't want him to guess. She didn't want him looking at her like that,trying to understand her. All she wanted was the job. She just wanted him to hire her, and let her work for him. She didn't want him involved. She didn't want people to know, to guess.<br><br>There was a reason she was a virgin, why she wouldn't let her boyfriend see her. Her scars were too evident. She always wore log sleeves, long skirts or pants. She was ashamed of her scars. Nobody would understand. The would call her crazy.. disgusting. She didn't want that. Jaydenn didn't want people ever seeing her. he preferred if they didn't ask, let their eyes slide over blindly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:33:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat leaning forward still studying Jaydenn as she answered and it was apparent that he was deep in thought.&nbsp; The silence hung in the air and the tension began to build like a thick fog rolling in from the sea on a cold morning.&nbsp; Neither said a word, they just looked at each other for what seemed like it was an eternity, but in reality had been less than a minute.<br><br>Suddenly the phone rang on the table next to the couch and Jack had one last test for Jaydenn, see how she reacts under unexpected pressure to handle unknown situations.&nbsp; His mood seemed to melt from his face as his features loosened up and he straightened up leaning back into the couch, <strong>“I’m not Here,”</strong> he stated as he looked at her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 21:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn blinked in confusion, and looked at the man in front o her. "What-?" She asked, before understanding dawnd upon her. "Oh..." She murmered, and leaned forward, picking up the phone. "Hello, you've reached the ofice of Mr. Johnathon Cooper, How may I help you?" She asked, oice slightly squeky and nervous. After listening a moment, she took a breath. "Im afraid he isn't here right now, May I take a message? After listening nother moment, she murmered a quick "Thank you, good bye" and replaced the telephone in the cradle. "That was a Ms. Sykes. She would like you to call her at your earliest convenience. She said you have her phone number." She recounted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 22:42:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack watched her as she was confused at the request, but eventually caught on and answered the phone.&nbsp; Nervously she picked it up and seemed to stutter a little while speaking all too quietly.&nbsp; She did have some skills that she was not overly qualified with, that was for sure.<br><br>She hung up the phone and recounted the conversation to him while he made a quick note to call Mrs. Sykes later that afternoon.&nbsp; <strong>“Well it seems you really do want the job, you’re hired.&nbsp; Come back here tomorrow morning at 8:30 sharp, the front door will be open and I will be here in my office.&nbsp; Thank You Jaydenn”</strong><br><br>He stood with her and shook her hand giving a customary good-bye as she stood and left for the door.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:45:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face broke into a stunning smile, every feature lighting up as hesaid 'You're hired'. There was all the potential beauty, there all she could ever be was, in that moment. Overjoyed to be his subordinate, to be allowed to work for him. "Thank you" She said softly, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "I will," She added, stepping back. "Thank you again, so much, Mr. Cooper!" She continued, before turning and stepping out of the office.<br><br>Her entire bus ride home was filled with joy. Her cheeks ached from smling, but she couldn't stop. She'd gotten a job! She could get out of the house! Do something with herself! She skipped into her house, and slid easily into her cleaning regimne, the kitchen, vaccuming, making sure her father's quarters were tidy, beore going to her own room. She still grinned, as she lay back on her bed, hand swaying back and forth to some silent music in her head, still grinning.<br><br>A few hours later, she was in the bthtub, lavender scened foam laying on top, titilizing her nose, and relaxing her. "I'm an assistant." She giggled softly, clutching her hands close to her mouth as she giggled. "I'm an assistant!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 17:17:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was excited that Jaydenn had accepted the position, after all he already let Maggie go and he would have been stuck without a paddle had she not.&nbsp; He saw a lot of room for improvement in the new young assistant, but she was competent in her skills and seemed to be punctual.<br><br>He returned Ms. Sykes phone call as Jaydenn had informed him and discussed a new campaign regarding a new line of nail polish she was going to be representing in her salon.&nbsp; The rest of the afternoon was uneventful so he left and went home making up a light dinner of grilled chicken ceaser salad and some yogurt.&nbsp; He then hopped on his treadmill and started watching the news.<br><br>However, as he watched the TV, his mind kept flashing images in his mind of the young Jaydenn.&nbsp; He still couldn’t figure out if he felt attraction to her in some odd way, or if it was just curiosity.&nbsp; He was pleased at the way she responded to his request without hesitation that would mean no a lot of arguments back and forth on how to do things.&nbsp; But there was something more. Even under that garbled outfit and the plain face absent of makeup and under the frizzy hair pulled back in the loose ponytail.&nbsp; She had a beauty about her, something that radiated out but that she was keeping a lid on.&nbsp; It was strange to him why she would, but she was on board now so he could worry about that later.<br><br>He took a quick shower and headed off to his bed thinking about his agenda for the next day and after some quiet reading drifted off to sleep content that today had been productive.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				William sat nervously in his room as he rocked in his chair.&nbsp; His auburn hair in curls fell about his head and he clasped his hands staring at the phone.&nbsp; He had known Jaydenn since they were in middle school and he always thought they were meant for each other, soul mates he giggled to himself.&nbsp; Ever since he dropped out of college with his nervous breakdown he tried to get back to her.&nbsp; She seemed to be the only thing in this world that calmed him and he didn’t know why.&nbsp; Maybe her beautiful looks or her caring way, he wasn’t sure what but he knew that they would be married one day. <br><br>Tonight was the night, he was going to call her and see if she wanted to go to dinner on Thursday night when he got home from his job stocking shelves at Wal-Mart.&nbsp; He would date her for a few months and when he finally got that managers job he would have enough money to buy her a ring and ask her to marry him.&nbsp; He was sure she would say yes, after all they had known each other for years.<br><br>He had picked up the phone 5 times already, but hung up before he was finished dialing afraid to speak to her, but this time he was going to do it.&nbsp; He picked up the phone and dialed her number hoping her Dad wouldn’t answer, her Dad scared him.&nbsp; He dialed 206-945-5703 and bit his lower lip as the he waited as the phone began to ring.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 00:47:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn slowly drifted from the bathroom to her bedroom, a large towel wrapping her scarred body, another catching up her hair. What a wonderful day! A new job. Smiling to herself, she hummed softly, her fingers slowly clasping the knob, almost reverently to her sanctuary. She'd just closed her door when the telephone began to ring. Jumping nervously, she looked around, until she found the long-corded rotary, and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				William sat on the edge of his bed thinking how naughty it would be to talk to Jaydenn from there and listened to the rings of the phone.&nbsp; Suddenly someone answered …. It was her and he froze momentarily.&nbsp; Just breathing into the mouthpiece not knowing what to say and after what seemed an agonizing eternity he finally said, <strong>“Uhm, well uh, Jaydenn, is that you?&nbsp; This is William, uhm, you know, Will Johnson.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:36:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silence, heavy breathing. "Hello?" She repeated once more, before there was an answer. "Oh, William. Hello, how are you?" She asked, clutching teh towel closer to herself. She looked around and spied her pyjamas not fa away. Carrying the phoone, she began to get dressed, not exatly comfortable with being naked while on the phone, as if someone could see her like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:41:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused another moment, only this time a little briefer, <strong>"Well you see, I uhm, well I was just calling to see how you were doing, did I tell you I got a job at Wal-Mart doing stock, if I uhm, well if I work real hard in a couple of month I might be up for a supervisor"</strong><br><br>He started rocking slightly on his bed now, combing his fingers nervously through his hair as he thought abut how exciting it was and how brave he felt just to be talking to her on the phone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, ah. That's great, William. I just got a job as an assistant, actually." She replied, blushing as she buttoned the worn flannel shirt up, and perched on the edge of her chair, slipping her boots on. Jaydenn bit her bottom lip, and stared at the desk, with marker scribbled over the white surface.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:48:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Too shy to bite his lip, William sucked his lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, <strong>"Wow, really, an assistant, you maen that , uhm, well that all those classes you took meant something." </strong>&nbsp; He kicked his foot into the floor quietly feeling so stupid to have siad something so inconsiderate, how could he have done that, but did.<br><br>He sat rockiing on the edge of his bed almost twirling his hai now hopeing beyond hope that Jaydenn would not hang up on him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:51:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um... yeah, I guess." She replied, eyes sliding down to the floor, and her arm crossing over her stomach. She'd re-wrapped her arm all ready, and disinfected the cut. Her foot tapped the floor nervously, and she began to chew on her lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:59:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Come on, just ask her you fool William said to himself trying to muster every bit of courage he had, which didn't seem like a lot at this particular point, but maybe it was just enough, <strong>"Well, I uhm called, because I, Uhm, well, I was thinking, actually I was wondering," </strong> my god William, just say it, <strong>"I was wondering if you were doing anything Thursday night."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 05:02:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn blinked at the floor. "P-Pardon? I mean... Yes. I guess I can -will. yeah." She stuttered out, surprised that she was even being ased out by anyone. She didn't particularily like William that was, but then, she hadn't seen him for a while. Perhaps things had changed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 05:08:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elated at his huge victory, William gained new confidance, <strong>"Great, Thursday, I&nbsp; uhm, well I," </strong> where are you going to go William he thught to himself, he never thought about it until now as he wasn't expecting her to say yes, <strong>"I will pick you up for dinner then and then we can do something afterwards.&nbsp; OK, I uhm need to go, see you Thursday then."</strong><br><br>He hung up the phone and then realized he should have stayed on the line long enough to here her reply.&nbsp; Hitting his forehead with the heel of his palm he went into another round of slef humiliation as he began onvincing himself again how worthless he must be.&nbsp; Little did he realize just how well off he had things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 05:12:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay well um.... bye" She said into the now dead phone. Sighing softly, Jaydenn leaned back and bit down again. Yawning, she stood, and bushed her hair out. Braiding it, she secred her hair with an elastic before lying in ed. he was too jittery to sleep for a long while, and continued running the day through her head. A job, a date... Finally, she felll asleep.<br><br>She woke at si thirty. Speeding through dressing and eatng, she made her father some breakfast, before running out, half an hour early to catch the bus, eager to be at wok on time. Arriving at eight, she sat on a bench outside, foot jiggling, waiting to begin wok.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 16:35:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack spent the morning in his usual fashion, nice hot breakfast of oatmeal mixed with raisins and some fresh strawberries and a read of the morning paper.&nbsp; The City Council really has no idea how things work he thought to himself as he read their latest idea for the Downtown Development Authority.&nbsp; They need to bring people back to the sidewalks with curbside parking, not expand main street to allow more cars through.&nbsp; He made a mental note of the next meeting thinking he may go to it and speak his mind and then put the paper in the recycling bag.<br><br>He went back upstairs and meticulously brushed and flossed then hopped in the shower.&nbsp; He got dressed today in a navy blue suit with an almost royal blue shirt and a maroon tie with a speckled pattern of cross stitched squares that had a royal blue silk weaved in so depending on the angle you could see royal blue or&nbsp; what looked like navy blue.<br><br>He grabbed his things and hopped in his black BMW 528i Sedan and left for the office.&nbsp; He loved the traffic at this time of the morning, one of the reasons he liked to get on the road at 7:00am, before all the traffic got on the road.&nbsp; He had a couple of sips from his travel mug on the way and tuned the radio to 100.3 FM, more of an easy listening station that he was in the mood for today.&nbsp; Take away the stress of the last few weeks and he didn’t want to be wound up for the first day with Jaydenn.<br><br>He pulled up to the office after the short drive and got out walking up to the door and unlocking it, thankful that the new keys worked in the locks.&nbsp; Once inside he turned on the lights and set the alarm off using the new code and was pleased that was working too.&nbsp; He went to his office and removed his coat hanging it on the mahogany hanger over the coat rack in the back corner behind his desk. Then proceeded to go over and tend to the flowers. <br><br>This was a ritual all into itself.&nbsp; He took out the imported food, a mixture of nutrients that he purchased on line and had shipped in from the flower markets in New York and the flask he used and went to the break room.&nbsp; Running the water he brought it up to just the right temperature and then filled the flask about one third full before adding the measured amount of nutrients.&nbsp; He swirled the flask mixing them in and then finished filling it to the right level and proceeded back to his office.&nbsp; He then proceeded to pull the syringe from the drawer underneath and painstakingly injected just the right amount into each bud that was flowering and the two that were just opening.&nbsp; Placing he syringe on the edged he then reached in for the clippers and proceeded to trim away all the unhealthy parts of the plant that had begun to die off.&nbsp; He took all the clippings, the flask, clippers and syringe back to the break room where he cleaned them off and dried them thoroughly before returning them to the drawer under the terrarium.<br><br>He did this every day at various times, it was in his nature to care for things but one&nbsp; really would not know this with his stone like exterior that he&nbsp; constantly displayed and rarely slipped out of.<br><br>After he was done he then proceeded over to his desk and started&nbsp; perusing the emails that came in since he left and looking through his calendar as he waited for Jaydenn to arrive.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 19:33:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn watched as a car pulled into the drive shortly after she sat down, and licked her bottom lip. Mr. Cooper stepped out, and went into the office. Following him in quietly, she poised her hand, ready to nock on his office door. She stilled herself, watching the care he took with his flowers, the ritualistic worship of them. Slippng back into the reception area, she removed her coat, and hung it off the back of the secretorial chair - presumably where she would work.<br><br>Waiting until she was certain he was finished with his plants, Jaydenn slipped back, and gently, nervously knoked upon the door to his office, and barely stepped in, her tongue licking her abused bottom lip again. "Hello Mr. Cooper." She said oftly. She was still extremely early. "Um..." She wasn't sure what was next. He would likely tell her what he wanted, possibly a coffee or whatnot, but... should she ask? Wait for him?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 16:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat at his desk going through Email and checking off what needed to be done that day.&nbsp; His schedule wasn't terribly busy this week so that was a plus.&nbsp; He had a couple of offers that needed to go out on some proposals and that follow up with Mrs. Sykes on Wednesday. He was just about done when he heard a faint knock on his door and without turning saw Jaydenn sitting there tepidly by the doorway, did she just lick her lip, that is kind of odd he though.&nbsp; But he didn't hire her for social skills, so maybe they will need to work on that sometime.<br><br>Without looking away from his screen, <strong>"You can get me a coffee, two sugars and no cream.&nbsp; And don't spill it, the carpets were just cleaned last week."</strong>&nbsp; Then he went back to perusing his emails
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 16:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded at his instructions, though he wasn't looking, and ducked out. Scampering to the break room, she prepared his beverage staring as the coffee maker slowly dripped into the cup, then let out a stream for a short time, before dripping to a stop. She then slowly allowed the cubes of sugar to plop into the coffee. She'd left quite a gap between the top of the coffee and the mug, so not to spill. Slowly walking back to his office, she stared, making sure not to spill a drop. <br><br>Placing his coffee down, Jaydenn stepped back, and swallowed. "Where should I start, Mr. Cooper?" She asked, voice still soft. Her fingers were tapping her thumb, one after the other, back and forth, back and forth. Her nervousness was almost palpable. Her back was tense, her foot was tapping, and she was almost visibly fighting not to lick her lip again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Well to begin with the coffee doesn’t go directly on my desk, there are coasters over on the cabinet and you can place it right here to the right of me,”</strong> he mentioned almost matter of factly as he finished reading the email he was going through.&nbsp; Then he looked up from his screen and looked at her, examining her like he had done when she first came in.<br><br>Her hair was done up the same way but at least she had different cloths even if they looked like they came from the same discount store.&nbsp; Her fingers continued to nervously tap against her thumb and he could see her legs moving in motion with her tapping foot.&nbsp; Reminding himself that she was hired for her skills he let those things flow from his mind as he waited for her to get the coaster and place the coffee in its rightful spot on his desk.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn swallowed, and moved to get the coaster as directed, and placed the mug exactly here his indecated, her teeth pressing against her bottom lip. Going back to the place where she had been standing moments ago, she returned to waiting for instruction, her finger moving more quickley. At least her foot had stopped.<br><br>She was so nervous, terrified of messing up. She couldn't stand losing this job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she got the coaster and placed the coffee as instructed he looked up at her and smiled, <strong>“Thank You Jaydenn.”</strong><br><br>She moved back to where she was standing still visibly nervous but her tongue was in her mouth and her foot had stopped tapping, perhaps she is a quick learner he thought, or maybe just a little more comfortable with herself.<br><br><strong>“If you go back out to your desk, you will find an email from me with a draft of a letter to Mrs. Sykes concerning what I need her to bring&nbsp; on Wednesday, it needs to be typed up on the typewriter using the 70# White Linen paper in the top cabinet to the right of your desk and the matching envelope is in the same drawer, type that up and bring it back here for me to sign, I needs to be ready by the time the post arrives later this morning.”<br></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded, and stepped back. "Thank you." She said softly, before leaving, with a sigh. Going to the entrance, she looked at the cabinet, and gulped. It was tall. Opening the door, she found the paper - a good foot out of her reach and not a stool in sight. Sighing she cast her eyes around. A sofa for people to sit on, no. Her desk? No. it would have to be her chair. A rolly desk chair. Positioning the hazard, she slowly climbed on, biting her bottom lip nervously as she attempted to find her balance. <br><br>Getting the paper, she half turned, before a yelp escaped her mouth. Falling hard, she landed on her bottom, winding herself. She gulped silently for a few minutes, hugging the pack of paper to her chest safely. Finally, she slowly stood, wincing, and placed the paper on the desk, before starting her computer. "Ow..." She groaned softly, looking at&nbsp; the chair with dismay, and tears pricking the back of her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 19:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack had left his office and was going to the front to see how Jaydenn was doing at finding everything she needed to write the letter when he heard the crash.&nbsp; He ran to the front lobby to see Jaydenn standing near the desk, the chair toppled by the shelf and the look of pain on her face.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious what had happened.<br><br><strong>“You know there is a step stool in the closet over there, you shouldn’t be using the chair to reach that high up,”</strong> he said as he pointed to the doors on the other side of the loby from where he stood.&nbsp; <strong>“Are you alright?”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 02:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn jumped at his voice, not even knowing he had entered. She looked over, and bowed her head sheepishly. "Oh." She said softly, and sniffed her tears back, before looking up. "I'm okay, mostly startled. I'll get started on that, now." She aded, before limping over to retrieve her chair. Pushing it back into place, she opened her email, and found the draft, still standing, not too keen on putting pressure on her posterior quite yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 04:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Alright, I am going to be in my office, bring another cup of coffee in with you when you finish the letter."</strong>&nbsp; He went to the means room then returned to his office.&nbsp; There was something there but he couldn't tell what yet, did she sniffle when she spoke to him, maybe it was just from the fall she took.&nbsp; He didn't think anything more off it and went back to his office to look through the mail from over the weekend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 04:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, and sighed as he left.&nbsp; Slowly, gingerly siting, she readied the typewriter, lined up the paper and began to type quickley, foot iggling as she chewed her bottom lip, finishing soon enough. Taking the paper, she poured Mr. Cooper another coffee, added his sugar, and went to his office, knocking with her elbow, before silently stepping in, in case he was on the telephone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 16:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was on the phone when she stepped in and at first Jaydenn stood in front of his desk waiting for instructions of some sort.&nbsp; Eventually he looked up at her and with a brief look into her eyes motioned for her to put the coffee and the paper on his desk then looked down at some of his notes on the legal pad and started scribbling something out as he resumed his conversation on the phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 16:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded, put the two items down, and hurried away to tidy her desk, and stay in the front room, to be, essentially, a receptionist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 19:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack watched her out of the corner of his eye while pretending to be busy, in reality he was testing her to see how well she remembered instructions.&nbsp; She put them in their proper place on the desk and left quietly, but her nervous tension filled the room like a heavy fog.&nbsp; After she left he reached up and grabbed the letter to look it over.<br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Dear Mrs. Sykes,<br><br>I am glad you decided to use my services and this letter is an aknoawledgemnt to you that I will be taking you on as a client.&nbsp; The services will be at the rate of $150.00 per hour and will commence at the beginning of next week.&nbsp; We have agreed on two campaigns to promote your store and will proceed further after we complete those and can sit down to discuss their successs.<br><br>The campaigns will be<br><br>A mass mail marketing campaign to past clients and referrals<br>A monthly Scrapbooking event to draw in new clients and introduce them to your store.<br><br>Enclosed you will find the contract.&nbsp; Please sign where indicated and return it my office so we can get started right away.<br><br>Sincerely<br>Johnothan Cooper</span></span><br><br>Overall it was very good, but he had found four typos, one of which was his name and it couldn’t sent as is.&nbsp; He highlighted them and walked back out to the front desk where he found Jaydenn familiarizing herself with the computer.&nbsp; She didn’t notice him when he walked in so he stood in front of the desk and coughed to gain her attention.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 19:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn looked up at the discreet cough, and&nbsp; bit down on her bottom lip slightly. "Yes, Mr Cooper?" She asked softly, "Is there a problem?" He was holding the letter she had typed up. She couldn't read his expression, but she was nervous anyhow. She was always nervous, really. If it had been something small, he would have IMed her, she presumed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 07:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack places the letter on the desk in front of him and pushes it across the desk to Jaydenn.&nbsp; <strong>"There are several Typographical errors on this letter, I was not expecting that from you considering your scores you presented to me.&nbsp; Get them fixed and bring the letter back to me when you are done."</strong><br><br>He turns sharply and walks back out of the lobby to his office, on the way he thinks about the look on her face and the nervousness in her eyes and thinks that she needs a bit of encouragement maybe, but he is not going to reward effort, only results, she needs to learn that he doesn't have time for mistakes like that, even his own name was spelled wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 17:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn gaped at his back as he stepped smartly away, and looked down at the letter with every single error pointed out. Damn. How could she have been so <em>stupid</em>? She hadn't been paying attention. What an idiot she was. Pressing her eyes, she took a deep breath, steeling herself against the tears, but still, they came. Opening the desk drawer, she grabbed a small pencil case, and stood, hurrying to the washroom. Sitting in one of the stalls, she sniffed, biting her lower lip, as she pulled her blouse sleeves up, and opened the case. Pulling out a straight razor, she pressed it into the fleshy part of the inside of her arm, and slowly began to drag it across. A small, straight line. Millimeter over, and repeat.<br><br>Finally, the pain forcing the tears back, she watched as the small, square patch of lacerated skin welled identical, parallel menisci of blood. Ripping a strip of toilet paper, she pressed it to the cuts, and leaned back, sighing. It was a punishment to herself. She'd done wrong.<br><br>After a short while, she took the toilet paper way, and ripped open an alcohol wet-nap. Swiping it over the cuts, she resisted a hiss at the sting, then covered the cuts with a band-aid. Finished, she packed back up, and stood, flushing the bloodied tissue, and stepped out, washing her hands, and sitting back into her chair.<br><br>She re-typed the letter, more slowly this time, making sure that she did not make any spelling errors, and re-reading the letter three times before she was satisfied. The entire process took forty-five minutes, and she knocked back on his door, stepping in to place the leter presciently on hi desk, before stepping back, waiting for a dismissal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 17:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack wonders what is taking her so long, perhaps he may have been a bit harsh, but he can't have mistakes like that in his letters, no he was totally appropriate, besides she needs to be trained that mistakes like that can't happen.<br><br>She brings the letter in and sets it down waiting for a reply, jack look up at her, <strong>"Thank you Jaydenn, that will be all for now."</strong><br><br><br>He returns to his planner and begins reviewing the list for the rest of the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 17:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn swallowed, and nodded, turning back to walk away. She sighed as she sat in her chair, and all but slumped in relief. She gently pressed he bandaid through her shirt's sleeve, a gentle reminded, before she once again set to familiarizing herself with the computer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 04:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack perused the letter after she left, this time it was done without any mistakes, but it took her quite some time to get it to him.&nbsp; Well quality first, speed will follow he thought.&nbsp; He thought about her as he pictured her in his mind leaving the office, she had something hidden down inside, something she didn’t want to give up.&nbsp; He didn’t know what, but there was something there and he was going to get her to free herself and let it out.<br><br>He waited until 4:45pm and then walked back out to the lobby with the signed letter, it had not gone out in today’s mail as he had intended, but it will go out at least.&nbsp; Walking up to her desk he laid the letter in front of her.&nbsp; <strong>“Good job on the letter, I am sure that next time we won’t have as many mistakes since you just proved to me you can.&nbsp; Place it in an envelope and drop it in a mailbox on your way home, you can leave when you want; we are done for the day.&nbsp; Here is a set of keys, lock up and the alarm will set itself after you lock the door.&nbsp; See you in the morning, 8:00am sharp.&nbsp; I’m glad you took the position Jaydenn, have a good night.”</strong><br><br>He left the office and hopped in his car to drive home, stopped and picked up a salad for dinner and did his workout before heading off to bed satisfied that the day had gone well.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 06:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded as he left, and sighed. doing as instructed, she locked up, and left the office. Walking to the next bus stop, she dropped the letter in the mail box on the way, before Making her way home. She quickly made supper, Put her Father's in the oven, and retreated upstairs, before she let herself smile slightly. <br><br>The night slipped away easily, and the next morning she dressed slowly, taking the bandage off - she could never stand them - and covered her arm with a cardigan, as usual. Made her father breakfast, waited until he let, then made her way to work, early. She as there by 7:30, again, and waited on the front steps for Mr. Cooper to make an appearance.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 19:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack wakes up early, he wants to get in the office and feed the flowers before Jaydenn gets in so that they can get more work done today.&nbsp; He has a quick breakfast this morning of oatmeal, some juice and light fruit salad before he goes and takes a shower and brushes his teeth.<br><br>He comes downstairs and has a half of a cup of coffee while he reads the headlines and then dumps the rest placing the cup in the dishwasher and putting the paper in the recycling bag.&nbsp; Grabbing his keys he gets in his car and makes it to the office by 7:00.<br><br>He enters through the side door and turns off the alarm then proceeds to his office, hanging his sport coat on the hanger and going to the terrarium.&nbsp; He notices that one of the buds has turned limp and is about to fall so he takes the garden shears, more like over sized scissors and trims the bud before placing the dead piece in the trash.&nbsp; He then pulls everything out, goes to get the water and mixes up the food before proceeding to feed each of the flowers individually and he notices a new bud that has formed overnight.<br><br>He finishes and cleans everything up, stores it all away and then goes back to his desk to review his email and check his schedule while he awaits Jaydenn.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 19:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a fifteen minute wait, Jaydenn turned, and checked the lights. They weren't on, but... She sighed, and slipped her key into the lock. She knew the code. Opening the door, she slipped through and shut it, waiting for the alarm. Nothing. "Hello?" She called out softly, hanging her jacket up, and stepping into the office.<br><br>Walking down the hall, she started the coffee maker, before glancing at Mr. Cooper's open door. Stepping to it, she made sure he wasn't caring for his beloved flowers, before she knocked. "Good Morning, Mr. Cooper. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked, before remembering, "Your coffee will be ready in a few moments." She added. She was still wearing the cardigan, but the office was quite warm. She supposed Mr. Cooper kept it that way for his beautiful flora.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 01:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack doesn't look up but watches from the corner of his eyes, <strong>"The trash in the back by the flowers needs to be emptied"</strong> (there is only the flowers he trimmed from this morning in there) <strong>"and bring me my coffee when it is ready.&nbsp; Then later on you can sort the files in the fileing cabinet so they are in order."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 21:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn nodded and gathered the garbage. Doing as instructed, she could be found, an hour early, cardigan shed and bent over the second filing cabinent drawer, pulling out the huge stacks and alphabetizing them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 21:32:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack waits about an hour and finally pages the front desk as he continues to work on the proposal for Mrs. Sykes.<br><br><strong>"Jaydenn, Mr. Cooper here.&nbsp; I am checking to see if that pot of coffee ever finished brewing, I would like that cup of coffee now."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 22:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn wined at the reminder, and scurried back to set the maker on again. "It's coming right p, Mr. Cooper" She called across the hall. She filled his cup properly, and walked as quickly as she dared to set it on the appropriate place on his desk, with her injured arm, not even thinking about the neat row of cuts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 22:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was looking over the layout for the add that he was designing for the meeting tomorrow and putting the final touches in when Jaydenn walked in.&nbsp; He looked up with a smile as things were going well and he felt confident about the meeting.<br><br>She set the coffee down in the appropriate place and he smiled a bit more seeing that she was a quick learner, her outward dress not only hid her beauty, but her intelligence as well he thought.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you Jaydenn, I will have a letter of acceptance for you to type up in a little bit for the meeting tomorrow.&nbsp; I will email the draft to you as soon as I am done."</strong><br><br>As he looked over his smile dampened a bit as he noticed the neat rows of cuts along her arm.&nbsp; He was about to ask her if she had injured herself when she fell yesterday, but the cuts were too neatly placed, so he swallowed his words before he said anything.&nbsp; But they were fresh.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Thank you Jaydenn, that will be all for now, you can return to straightening out the files,"</strong> was what came out instead.<br><br>As she turned away to walk out of the office he looked at the cuts again and wondered how they got there, and maybe if there was something more to her than he had originally thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 22:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She as just about to step back, when she saw his smile fade, and where his eyes rested. Pulling her arm lose to her body, hiding the rows, she turned, and stepped out without a word, burning with shame. How could she have been so stupid?<br><br>Pulling her cardigan on again, she went back to organizing, waiting to hear the chirp of the computer, saying she had a new email. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 06:18:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat after she left and thought about the cuts while drinking his coffee.&nbsp; He knew what those meant, but why would Jayden have those.&nbsp; She seemed like a stable girl, perhaps a bit shy but she always seemed in decent spirits, not gloomy.<br><br>Deciding he wants a better look to confirm his suspicion he decides to go out and talk to her and see them again so he walks out to the lobby turning the corner and is disappointed with the sight of her wearing her cardigan that she had on in the morning, even though it is now much warmer in the office.&nbsp; But that does confirm what he saw in the office.&nbsp; When she noticed him looking at the cuts she pulled her arm in and then with the cardigan on she is trying to hide them.&nbsp; They are self inflicted and she is embarrassed by them.<br><br><strong>"I will be taking a lunch break and heading into town, did you bring anything today or can I pick you something up while I'm out?"</strong> he blurts out.&nbsp; He had no intention of going out to lunch but he had to say something to cover stepping out here to the lobby.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 21:05:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn looked up from organizing as she heard Mr. Cooper's voice. "Oh... No thank&nbsp; you, I have a sandwich." he replied softly, and stood, awkwardly, before looking back at her stack of 'still to be organized' papers. Biting her bottom lip, she turned back, steadfastly trying to avoid his eyes.&nbsp; She knew he saw. Hopefully he wold ignore it. Oh, what she would give for him to ignore it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 21:54:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack had already committed to saying he was going to lunch so he had to follow through, <strong>“You can take a lunch break early then if you wish while I go out to get something to eat, I’ll be back around 1:00.”</strong><br><br>With that he left and went out to his car trying to now decided what he wanted to eat.&nbsp; Deciding on a good salad he drove downtown and went to Palazolo’s, a nice little Italian restaurant that had the best ceaser salad around.&nbsp; He went in and got a table sitting near the window and ordered his food.<br><br>As he sat there he looked out the window thinking about the small town he lived in, it wasn’t like a small town out west, in fact it was metropolis compared to them, but still it had the train running through the middle of town and a small population of only 50,000.&nbsp; Actually as he thought about it, they may not be New York City, but this little suburb did have a lot to offer.<br><br>His food arrived and the sun beat through the window making him think about Jaydenn back in the office and wearing the cardigan after she had already removed it for the day.&nbsp; Those had to be what he thought they were and he was going to find out why she did that and see if he could help.&nbsp; The salad was just as he expected it, tangy and sweet with just the right amount of anchovies mixed into the bowl before they added the other ingredients.<br><br>He paid his bill, left a generous tip and went back out to his car to head back to the office.&nbsp; Looking at his watch he estimated he would be back 5 minutes to 1:00, this was good as he always liked to be early and prepared for everything.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 19:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn sighed as he left, before sitting down in her chair, and resting her head on her hands and groaning. Why? It was terrible. Leaving her desk, she left for the bathroom, and locked herself into a stall. Groaning again, she let her head thump back against the wall. After a while, she left to continue on her work, ignoring her lunch. It was not a day for food. She got a lot done while Jack was at lunch, finishing the organization, and finishing the letter by one. She took a five minute break for a glass of water, and was just finishing her drink as Jack returned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 16:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack returned from lunch&nbsp; entering through the front door, which was a bit out of the ordinary since he needed to walk around to get to that entrance.&nbsp; However, upon entering it was apparent why he did, he wanted to see Jaydenn upon first entering as he had something for her.<br><br>Walking over&nbsp; to her desk he set down a small sandwich size white Styrofoam container, <strong>"I hope you like Pumpkin Tiramisu, I brought you a slice.&nbsp; So how is the filing coming along, any progress?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 16:23:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn looked up, almost slopping water down herself at the movement. "Oh. Thank you, Mr. Cooper." She said, startled, now, at both his entrance and now the dessert. "I finished both the filing and your letter," she replied, finding comfort in the daily grind. Placing her glass down by the Styrofoam container, she picked up the letter, which she had proof read for any errors, not wanting to upset her employer, and offered it to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 16:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack smiled upon seeing her normal monotone self changed and a look of glee upon her face at her accomplishment.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you Jaydenn, good job at getting it done so quickly, I would have presumed it would have taken you all day,"</strong> he said with a genuine sense of happiness in his voice.<br><br><strong>"I'll go look over the letter, why don't you bring me a cup of coffee then you can take your lunch while I review the letter and take care of so other business.&nbsp; You can leave and go sit in the park if you wish, or stay here, but the day is so nice you might enjoy the outside for a bit."</strong><br><br>He took the letter and smiled back at her before walking out of the lobby towards his office.&nbsp; On the way he began to think about what he might be able to do to instill more confidence in her, get her to think higher of herself.&nbsp; Maybe she was in need for some boundaries so that she would feel comfortable in her place here in the office. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 18:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the praise, gleeful at the tone of his voice. She nodded at is suggestions. Once he stepped out, she walked to the break room, and made him some fresh coffee, and put in just enough sugar. Walking back to his room, she placed the mug presciely n the right spot, and stepped back. "Can I get you anything else, Mr Cooper? She asked, hands clasped in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 08:33:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was intently looking over the letter as she walked in with the coffee.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure how long she had spent on it, but it was flawless this time around, not one mistake.<br><br><strong>“Yes Jaydenn, you can take the letter and get it off to the post office, but first, there are some mousetraps on the other side of the office over there,”</strong> he pointed to the chair in the corner of the office, <strong>“before you get to the letter, check those to see if they caught any mice so we can release them.”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 19:05:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Long time no see)<br><br>Jaydenn nodded, and made her way to the other side of the office, smiling, and keeping her eyes lowered. She admired how he only used humane traps for the mice, and let them go outside. Bending down, to check them, she crouched, looking in each and every trap, until she encountered the one behind the chair. Placing her knee on the seat, she bent over the back of the armchair, peering into the trap. Seeing the small rodent, she leaned further over to reach it, her skirt hiking up, and revealing neat squares of cuts, up the back and inside of her thigh. Catching the trap with her fingers, she carefully withdrew, her skirt falling back into place as she held the precious cargo carefully, and turned. "I'll let it go outside." She said in her soft voice, shoulders still, as always, hunched forward, protectively around her core, and now, the small mouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 09:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack watched her as she moved so cautiously over to the chair, and got a little aroused as she bent over and leaned down to retrieve the traps.&nbsp; That is until he noticed more of her cuts along her thighs. It was then that he knew something had to be done and he determined that he would need to find time to talk to her about her issues.<br><br>She was to good of a girl to have problems like that, he realized that she was a cutter and something in her life was driving her to do that.&nbsp; She retrieved the mouse and was cradling it as she came back and told him she was going to release it outside.<br><br><strong>“No, you can leave the trap here on my desk and I can do that, you have done enough for today, why don’t you take the afternoon off and I’ll make sure he goes free outside Jaydenn,”</strong> he said to her in a nice tone, nicer than normal at least.&nbsp; He wanted her to get some time for herself and he needed to think about what to say her anyway.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 18:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn blinked at his instructions, and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Cooper." She replied softly, biting the inside of her bottom lip. Turning, she walked softly from the office, her flat, sensible and frankly, ugly, shoes making barely a sound on the floor. Going to her desk, she tidied, retrieving her things, and looked back, before scuttling back to make sure Mr. Cooper didn't need anything else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 00:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heading back into his office, Jayden couldn't find him anywhere, then some movement outside the window caught her eyes.&nbsp; Moveing over there she peered out the window and saw him bending down on the far side of the parking lot.&nbsp; He had a small cracker in his hand that was mostly gone and was putting the rest inside the cage.&nbsp; After peering inside the cage for a moment she saw him smile, something she hadn't really seen him do yet.&nbsp; One of those radiant beaming sun type smiles that one sees on someone that you know can't be fake, the ear to ear and hurt your cheek type of smile.&nbsp; Bending down he set the cage on the ground and opening up the other side let the mouse run free and off into the field across the lot.<br><br>Jack was unsure what to do about Jayden and he sat there on his haunches for a long time thinking about it.&nbsp; She definitely had some problems, he knew about cutting from a long time ago, he studied the reasons and effects while in college sure, but more importantly he dated a girl that was a cuter until she wouldn't stop.&nbsp; He felt horrible not being able to help her and broke things off.&nbsp; Eventually he came to regret the decision since it was so selfish of him and he know he could have tried harder.<br><br>Jayden was not his girlfriend, but he did care for her, and like the freedom that mouse just found after being trapped, she too would have freedom when she got out of the trap life had sprung on her.&nbsp; He only knew her a few days but could already tell that there was something about her and he couldn't let her keep doing that to herself.&nbsp; He would have&nbsp; to confront her sometime and talk to her about it.&nbsp; Standing up finally, he turned and walked back inside the office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 01:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn slowly stepped to the window and watched him, the smile shattering his serious countenance, then it slipping away as his gaze seemed to fade away. When he stood, she gasped and moved back into the front office, putting her coat on her desk with her purse. Hearig him enter, she stood at the end of the hallway. "Mr. Cooper?" She called, her soft voice gaining strength to traverse the distance. "Are you sure there's nothing else you would like me to do before leaving?"<br><br>She stood still, shifting, not wanting to leave, but she wouldn't disobey. She wanted him to give her another letter to type, to copy, another file to sort, anything. She would wash the windows or vacuum, anything to keep from being set free into the wide, bad world. She didn't want to have to go until 5:00 until the usual time. this place ad&nbsp; become her shelter. It hid her from her Father, from all of the things outside the entranceway door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 02:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack got back into his office and looked around, he was glad that he had let Jaydenn go for the rest of the day, he was losing clients anyway and with his lack of motivation, he didn't want to stay around either.&nbsp; Maybe take the rest of the afternoon off himself and go do something, just what that something was he hadn't figured out yet. Just as he was deciding this and going for his coat he heard her holler down the hall.<br><br>Sticking his head out of his office he, "No, nothing else, I will be leaving too so there is nothing else to do around here today, see you at 8:00 tomorrow morning.<br><br>He noticed her eagerness for work and maybe that was a good thing considering what he had seen, or perhaps she didn't wan to leave.&nbsp; Well he thought, maybe he might have to figure something out sooner than he thought, he just felt odd talking to her about something that would be so personal, but he had to do it.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 02:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn's eyes slanted down, and she heaved a soft sigh at his response. "Goodnight, Sir, I'll see you tomorrow." She slid her coat over her shoulders, and picked up her bag, before walking out the door, and turning toward her bus stop. The air was chill, she could see her breath before her face, and she stuffed her hands in her pockets, fingering her change for he bus.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 07:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack waited for her to leave then set the trap back behind the chair before making sure the flowers were alright.&nbsp; He grabbed his jacket and headed out to his car with no idea what to do, for the first time since he broke up he wasn’t thinking about Sarah, his mind was on Jaydenn and he didn’t know why.&nbsp; She did have a beauty about her but she was far from refined and needed lots of guidance to get there from where she was now.<br><br>He went to the coffee shop and sat drinking a nice hot cup of strong black coffee while he thought about it.&nbsp; Yes tomorrow he would confront her about the cutting, whatever was causing it could be rectified later, but the first step is to stop that practice immediately.<br><br>He went home and fixed a nice dinner of grilled chicken ceaser salad and did his normal workout routine before heading to be, thinking the entire time about how he would talk to her.<br><br>He awoke the next morning and had a light breakfast of high fiber cereal and read his paper, then hopped in the car to get to the office, he couldn’t wait to get back there today for some reason.&nbsp; He parked and went inside hanging his coat and walked over to his flowers.&nbsp; He noticed that he had been neglecting them for a time and spent a little extra care with them this morning.&nbsp; After he was done he cleaned everything up and looked at his watch, 7:45, she would be here soon so he settled in his desk and awaited her arrival.&nbsp; He wouldn’t speak to her right away, instead wait until after lunch sometime.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 15:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaydenn spent the night as normal, getting her Father's dinner prepared, cleaning up after him, and otherwise avoiding the man. She curled up in her room, fingering through a book, not really understanding the words before her eyes. Her mind wandered, thinking of her date the next night, and sighing. She didn't truly want to go out with Will, she... just wanted to get out of her home. It was an excuse to get out. Maybe he would be a good distraction. She looked down, ashamed of her train of thought. A human shouldn't be a distraction. Work was a good one. Her thoughts turned, as she flipped a page, settling her mind on her employer, blushing as she mentally pictured his strong visage, commanding air. She wanted to please him, she wanted to make him feel proud of her. She wanted to do her best for him.<br><br>Perhaps that was the reason she arrived ten minutes early, let herself in, and settled at her desk, getting her things organized, before padding down the hallway to see if He was there. She knocked timidly on the door, her posture still caved, protective of herself s usual, shoulders forward, head ducked. eyes peering out through her dark lashes, full lips in a perpetual pout, though not one of a spoilt child, a pout of perpetul misery, chronic sadness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 16:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up from his desk as she came in and saw her, <strong>"Good Morning Jaydenn, I hope you enjoyed your afternoon."</strong>&nbsp; He looked up and saw her rather depressed posture, but underneath the façade, he could see some form of happiness, it was there, she just needed to see it herself and bring it out.<br><br><strong>“Can you get me a cup of coffee, and bring me the Smolivich file; they sent me an email and want to make some changes to their lobby.”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, and nodded falsely, though didn't out and out lie. "Yes, Mr. Cooper" She said at his request, and scurried off to do his bidding, making his coffee just right, and finding the requested file, making sure it was all in order before returning, coffee in one hand, the file n her other. She knocked with her elbow, waiting to be permitted into the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Assistant (Dawg and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 17:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Going through the rest of his email, Jack heard the knock on the door, <strong>“Come on in Jaydeen.”</strong><br><br>He watched her as she made her way across the office to his desk setting down the file and coffee in the predestinated places.&nbsp; He was happy that she learned so quickly and was so eager to make sure everything was done write, it was a pleasant change from what he was accustomed too with the previous assistants.&nbsp; He got up from his desk and walked over to her.<br><br><strong>“Jaydenn, you always tend to slouch and that can cause back problems eventually, here lets work on that posture a little,”</strong> he said as he approached her from behind.&nbsp; Taking his hands he pulled her shoulders up straight and pushed in on her lower back straightening her spine out.&nbsp; “<strong>And keep the chin up, like this,”</strong> he reached forward and lifted her chin up slightly.<br><br><strong>“Now stand like that,”</strong> he walked around and stepped backwards I front of her taking a long look up and down her entire length.&nbsp; Yes, that looks much better he thought to himself, if she only realized how beautiful she was.&nbsp; We have some work to do here but I think it will be worth it.<br><br><strong>“Now, imagine that there is a string attached to the center of your chest, right here,”</strong> he motioned to the center of his chest, <strong>“and that it is attached to the ceiling pulling your chest up.&nbsp; Now breathe deep and feel how much better your lungs expand.”</strong>&nbsp; As she did her breast rose and fell, yes, much better he thought to himself.&nbsp; <strong>“Now don’t forget that string, I need to look over the folder so you can go now and keep an eye on the Lobby, I may have some changes for the website later today,”</strong> he said in dismissing her to return to her desk.<br><br>As she left the office a smile crept across his face, it made him feel good to help her like that.<br><br>
			</dd>
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