“Miss Stevens, I don’t think you are realizing what I am saying, either you work it out or I sale my stock in the company,” his mustache twitched with the last few words. Power was good, he thought to himself. He tightened his grip on the paper, his request for better stock options would be granted if he continued with the threats.

Bella gave him a slight nod and then stood watching him mimic her actions. “Mr. Burns I will do my best to grant your wishes, I apologize for any inconvenience you might have suffered.” She reached and shook his hand giving him a
dazzling white smile.

“I expect to hear back from you by tomorrow, ” he said gruffly trying to cover the flush that had crept up his neck at the feel of her skin.

She watched him walk about before settling back at her desk, taking a drink of her coffee she hit the pager button on her phone. A small buzz was heard, followed by a bored voice, “Yes Miss Stevens?”