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it to Sam. And be very careful of what your next words are going to be."
        Sam stood stiff as a board as the altercation ensued.
        "I'm going over a few spreadsheets, and wanted to see if you wanted to go over them with me. Perhaps at dinner?" He tried to avoid looking Sam's way.
        "I can't," she shaft immediately. "I'm going out with the girls tonight. Isn't that right, Sam?" Seems Sam needed to make up for her earlier actions. It felt like a comparable solution.
        "Yep. That's exactly right. Good ol' girls night alright." She stared at Vivienne, wide eyed, shaking her head in agreement with Viv.
        "I suppose you'll have to email me those docs. You do have my email address, don't you?" she asked, disdain dripping off her perfect lips.
        "Another time, then," he grimaced as he turned to leave. "Samantha. Harper."
        Clearing the door, Vivienne crashed into the couch. Sam gazed at her, just as confused as to when he walked into the office.
        "Um, should I even ask?" Sam looked at her with a perplexed expression on her face.
        "Not now," Viv avowed as she lay back on the couch, pinching the bridge on her nose again.
        "Fair enough."
        "Thank you for covering for me back there. You don't need to make good on the offer." She slouched in the couch.
        "No. It'll be fun. Let's go out," Sam offered apprehensively.
        "Are you sure?" she asked, slightly excited she didn't have to spend her night with a bottle of red and McSteamy.
        "Sure. I'll round up Quinn and Ariel. It'll be fun."
        "Thank you, Sam. I really appreciate this." She cracked a smile.
        "How about nine thirty, ten o'clock at Club Star?" Sam offered.
        "Do you have a more specific time? That seems a little vague."
        "Let's say nine-thirty. Sound good?" Sam grinned.
        "Deal. Nine-thirty. I'll be there," she quantified somewhat awkwardly.
        "See you then, Viv," Sam turned to walk out.
        Stopping before she crossed the threshold, "What does one wear to a club now-a-days?"
        "You came to the right person," Sam stated, as she grabbed a hold of Vivienne's arm.
        "Where are we going, Samantha?" Viv squawked as her tip-toe run skirted across the floor.
        "Tell me you've raided the designer closest before," Sam questioned with perked eyebrows.
        "Not really. I broke a heel one time, and had to borrow a pair of heels, but nothing more," she affirmed, somewhat ashamed, especially coming from the Editor in Chief of a fashion magazine.
        "Well, you're in for a treat. This is my sanctuary when I need to get away..." She trailed off, grimacing at Viv.
        "...From me?" she frowned. "It's okay, I get it. I can be a little belligerent at times."
        "That's putting it nicely."

4
    "I've got moves you're never seen."
    A t preciously nine-twenty three , Vivienne Harper arrived at Club Star. Standing on the curb, she crossed her arms across her chest to hide the chill snaking its way up her arms and down her spine. Sam had stuck her in a black number by Alexander McQueen. The romper had a plunging v-neck to showcase her voluptuous breasts. She had never felt so exposed, and yet sexy, before. She paired them with a pair of red heels and a tiny, black sequin clutch. Her long brown hair was swept to the side in a side pony at the nape of her neck. She was simplistic with her jewelry, and opted for diamond studs.
    Popping open her clutch, she checked her phone to see what time it was. She wasn't used to waiting on anyone, and now she was waiting on the curb… alone. While placing her phone back in her clutch, she heard a familiar voice approach.
    "Vivienne Harper?" a sweet voice chirped.
    "Alexa, what are you doing here?" Vivienne asked, shocked to see one of her employees out during the week.
    "I'm here with a date. He wanted to dance, and I wasn't about to say no to him," she cooed.
    "Sounds spicy. Where is your guy?" she asked,