Barbara was a revelation. Her audacity, her sharp intelligence, and a beauty that could make a gay man question his sexuality, were all intertwined in a way that left me shocked and impressed at the same time.
I had long since grown weary of the shallow facade of beauty in women, finding it utterly pointless. When I was interviewing ladies for the post of secretary, the interview had become a parade of pretty faces with nothing behind them, all vying for the position as if it were a beauty pageant.
Some were even bold enough to flirt, their advances only fueling my growing frustration. I was on the verge of canceling the entire process when Reynold, my ever-patient associate, convinced me to at least meet the last candidate. I'm glad I did.
Amanda wasn't conventionally beautiful, b
