I stood in the parking garage, staring at the door as she walked out. I was upset some guy sent her flowers. I was jealous. And I took that jealousy out on her. I started to chase after her, I got to the door, turned the knob, and stopped. I slammed my fist into the door, walked over and climbed into my car. I pulled out and watched as she climbed into the back of a cab. Part of me wanted to drive after her, pull up to her building and kiss her. But I knew I couldn’t. Besides I was her boss, and mom would kill me if I lost another assistant. Not to mention the Human Resource nightmare it would be. Miss Fontaine was different. She was smart. I could see her moving into other positions. Maybe even as a consultant someday, if she did good on the jobs I had given her. I couldn’t just hook up w
