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I couldn’t take my eyes off Brie, watching her water the drooping plant hanging on for dear life. She was beautiful, yet sensuously wholesome. But she was more than eye candy. There was something about her, something that brought out a strong visceral response in me. Something that I couldn’t quite identify. But my logical, rational mind kept flashing red flags, telling me to keep my distance and to maintain a polite, business relationship.
“That plant is a real sad sack, but it’s still a living thing,” Brie said, setting down the water glass, topping her coffee off and sitting across from me at the conference room table. “Everything eventually dies, but since I could prevent it…”
“Or delay it until you leave and the rest of us let it die,” I said.
“Which nicely leads to what I need
