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    “I think I’m calling it a night, too,” Simon said.
    “It’s not even nine. I’m staying. I think that waitress is into me.”
    “Good luck, man.”
    Simon grabbed his jacket and went to the bar to order a sandwich to take home. He tried to find a quiet spot to catch the bartender’s attention. John was at the far end of the bar, so Simon headed that direction. “Hey, John. Looks like you have a lively crowd tonight."
    The bartender shook his head, and rubbed down the counter in front of Simon. “A Big Pharma convention.”
    Simon looked back over his shoulder to the redhead and laughed. He should have guessed. She had sales written all over her designer suit. “Pharmaceutical, huh? Doesn’t surprise me. The way that redhead was eye-fucking me, I bet she’s pushing Viagra.”
    There was a loud guffaw next to him and he turned to see a petite woman sitting in the corner. He had completely missed her when he came up to the bar. When she noticed him staring, she ducked her head, a bright blush staining her cheeks.
    “What?” Simon asked. “Don’t you think so?"
    When she looked up from her drink, misty blue-gray eyes met his gaze. She looked surprised and a little irritated that he was talking to her.
    “If I were marketing the drug, she’s exactly the person I’d send in. She’s confident enough,” he said, trying to goad her into a conversation.
    The mystery woman turned to look at the redhead in question, tilting her head a bit. There was a sharp focus in those eyes now. Simon took the opportunity to get a good look at her.
    She wasn’t wearing a convention badge, but that didn’t mean much. She could have taken it off, but still he didn’t think so. She wasn't dressed like the rest of the crowd, wearing jeans and a sweater as opposed to suits and party dresses. The clothes fit her well and they looked expensive. Her rusty auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail that fell in ringlets down her back. Even casually dressed she looked put-together and polished. She could easily be a society wife on vacation in the Windy City. He looked for a ring, but she had her hand tucked in her pocket.
    Whoever she was, she’d definitely caught his interest. She was quite striking in an unconventional way, with her wide eyes and a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks that most women would try to cover. Simon couldn’t believe he had overlooked her.
    The woman turned back and smiled at him as if she knew a secret. The smile transformed her face.
    “I stand by my original impression. Not Viagra. She’s far too sharp. Too aggressive and forward. My bet is on a cancer drug. Something that might as easily kill you as cure you. Now the blond next to her, she’d be who I’d pick to sell Viagra. She’s soft and curvy, with those big bedroom eyes. She’s got that naughty librarian look down, don't you think?”
    Simon turned back and looked at the group of women again. Now that she had pointed it out, he saw the sharp edges and hard lines in the redhead’s clothing and mannerisms. She did look aggressive. And the blond had large round eyes and pouty lips that screamed sex appeal. He looked down at the woman sitting next to him, amazed that she saw all that in just a few seconds.
    He scanned the crowd again. A man near the door caught his eye. He was lean and reserved, and reminded Simon of a funeral director. “What about the guy in the purple shirt?” Simon asked, making a game out of it.
    “Blood pressure medication, for sure. Look how calm and relaxed he is. And the guy next to him,” she said with a laugh in her voice, really getting into it now. “Look at the way he dominates the conversation. He’s loud and boisterous. I’d bet he peddles some kind of social anxiety meds. He screams ‘life of the party.'”
    “And you? What kind of drug are you selling?” Simon asked.
    She blushed again and tucked a fallen lock behind her ear. “I’m not with the convention.”
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