Chapter Twenty-Five:
Nick felt the sweat in his arm pits. “Your specification calls for a lot of customization. We can’t do it in Windows,” Nick’s voice sounded hoarse.
“But my team knows Windows,” the System Director countered.
Bill Blake, Nick’s senior partner, stepped into the hallway and attracted Asha’s attention just as Mrs. Featherstone tossed her bra across the room. It landed on Nick’s desk and he scooped it up before Asha could see. He held it under the desk where he marveled at how warm and moist the lace felt in his hand. He watched a bare breasted Mrs. Featherstone wiggle back into her blouse. God she had the nicest set of t**s and luckily, Jessie had inherited them. Not as large, maybe, but even still...
Nick struggled with his telephone conversation. “The system uses the
