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Brie stood on the porch by the door to my office suite the following morning when I arrived for work. Standing tall in a honey-colored, belted trench coat, her blond tresses tucked inside her lifted collar in the dawn fog gave her the mystical appearance of a secret agent ready to embark on her assignment. She was a sight for sore eyes but an unexpected one since I hadn’t gotten back to Scott. I had decided to call him this morning and accept his offer. Salesmen talk about an assumed close, performing an activity such as starting the paperwork for a sale, expecting the client to purchase the product. Scott assumed I would hire his daughter. For an instant I felt a twinge of anger as I felt taken for granted until I recognized it was Scott’s nature, to anticipate his client’s needs; an a
