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suggestively.
    Jeremy handed her the martini, and sat on the coffee table facing her, taking his drink down with one gulp. “I think you should leave.”
    She sat up on one elbow. “Leave?” she shouted. “Certainly you can’t be serious.”
    Jeremy stood and frowned down at her. “Yes, I have a big day tomorrow and I need to be ready when Clive returns with the contract.”
    “So it’s because of that pregnant bitch again?”
    Jeremy strolled to the fireplace and gazed at the fire that had died down. “Get dressed and leave, Clare.” He expelled a hard breath. “Before either of us says something they might regret in the morning.”
    Slam down went the glass and Jeremy turned as Clare hastily dressed. “Well I won’t be sorry in the morning for anything! She stole my job!”
    “How do you figure that?”
    “I was supposed to be the cover girl for that ad,” she pouted.
    He walked Clare to the door without saying a thing and she rushed ahead of him just so she could slam the door in his face. He stared at the closed door hoping Clare wouldn’t jeopardize anything. He’d call her in the morning and ask her to lunch so he could smooth things over. He’d hate to see her mess up Kimberly’s chances. She deserved to make enough money to support herself and her baby when it was born.
    ***
    Kimberly slept fitfully for the whole night. Visions of Jeremy haunted her. Weenie had woken her at five to be let out, but she climbed back into bed and fell back asleep, that was until her phone rang.
    “Hello. Do I know what time it is?” She looked at her alarm clock that flashed eleven o'clock. “Okay boss, I’ll be there in an hour.” Kimberly pressed the off button before Jeremy had the time to grumble at her. It’s not like she was late everyday.
    She showered and took care of Weenie, plopping him into her bag for the journey to work. She hoped Jeremy wouldn’t mind, but there was no way she could leave Weenie all alone again. “Behave yourself at the office,” she shook a finger at Weenie who whimpered in response.
    As she drove off, the dismal day dashed her high hopes. She was more of a sunshine girl.
    When she exited her car at the office, Jeremy met her outside. “I’m glad you’re here finally.” He ran a hand through his hair. “The thing is that I’m meeting Clare for lunch. I need you to go over a questionnaire with a new client who is inside. Gladys is entertaining her until you could arrive.” He grimaced when Weenie poked his snout out of the bag. He just shook his head and she watched as he darted off.
    Her heart just dropped. “Oh, Weenie. He’s meeting Clare again. ” It’s hopeles s , she thought. As she trudged to the door, Gladys jumped up. “Oh, thank God.” Her eyes darted in the direction of the waiting room. “I-I mean we have a client waiting.” Lines split across Gladys’ face as she frowned.
    Kimberly turned and the color drained from her face. It was Mrs. Barry! Trained not to react, Kimberly smiled. “Hello, Mrs. Barry. Have you filled out your paperwork yet?”
    “That is supposed to be your job dear, not mine,” she said in mock disapproval as she looked down at Kimberly’s tummy. “I hate tardiness. It’s a character flaw,” she snapped.
    “Sure.” Kimberly led Mrs. Barry into Jeremy’s office and excused herself. She hurried and took Weenie out of her purse and gave him a small bowl of water. “Be good,” she said.
    When Kimberly returned to Jeremy’s office, it was to the sight of Mrs. Barry trying to crane her neck over the desk and look at Jeremy’s appointment book. Kimberly slammed it closed wishing she could have closed her nose inside.
    Mrs. Barry wore a fur coat and she lowered it to the chair. Her curled silver hair had obviously been done today, with VO5 from the smell of it. The local beautician believed in using the old stuff. Her tummy poked out from beneath her wool sweater as she spoke. When she noticed Kimberly was looking at her coat