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staff at the magazine splendidly.
    “ You are interested in Business, aren’t you? I know it was a woman’s magazine you worked for prior to here.”
    “I am interested in Business, of course , Rosemund. I wanted to work for a business publication when I finished University, but it was the women’s magazine that offered me a job,” said Maggie hastily, vowing to herself to read the last twelve issues of Britain‘s Best .
    An hour later, Maggie was ensconced in her new office a ten minute walk away from Angstrom and Associates. It was a much nicer office than the last one, larger with decent art on the walls, and a view of the river from her window.
    The Editor-in-Chief, Gordon Davis, was a debonair man in his early thirties who eyed her appreciatively and promptly asked if she was single.
    “Er, I have a boyfriend,” she said.
    “Serious?”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Too bad, I was going to ask you out to dinner.”
    “Sorry...”
    “Ah well, you can’t hurt asking, can you? Do let me know if you decide to dump him. I’d love to get to know you personally.  Better get to business then...” and Gordon plunged into the details of the magazine and what she would be doing there. He gave her several past issues of the magazine.
    “Here, spend the rest of the morning glancing through these, Maggie. They’ll give you an idea of what I want you to accomplish with your editing.”
    “You anticipated my request, Gordon. Thanks.”
    She spent the rest of the morning reading.
    “Shouldn’t be too difficult to do this job,” she thought to herself. “Everything is in plain English, no fancy terminology…no airs and graces…just promoting what’s best about Britain.”
    Maggie’s mobile rang just after twelve.
    “Hello, Ian.”
    “How did you know it was me?”
    “Oh, your calls have a special ring.”
    “A sexy one, I hope.”
    “A very sexy one. I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt ,” she giggled.
    “Maggie mine, you’re taking the piss, aren’t you?”
    “No, that’s the tune I chose, because I prefer you naked,” she breathed.
    “The same way I prefer you, baby. I’m not nearly as clever as you are. I chose Rod Steward singing Maggie Mae as your ring tone.”
    “Guess what? I was transferred this morning!”
    “Where are you now?”
    “I was switched over to Britain’s Best magazine. It’s a business publication that features rising young companies and their owners. I think Mr. Angstrom’s family owns it. I’m an editor here, and the salary is almost double the amount I was getting before!”
    “Congratulations, Maggie mine. I’ll take you to dinner at the Savoy Grill to celebrate.”
    “That is becoming our tradition, isn’t it, Ian?”
    “What is?”
    “You taking me to the Savoy Grill to celebrate a new job.”
    “Yes, it is, but if you like this job, we’ll have to find other excuses to go to that restaurant.”
    “I’m sure we can do that.”
    “I’m sure we can do that as well, Maggie mine. Let’s do the Kitchen Table experience, if I can get us a reservation for it.”
    During dinner, Maggie was struck by a thought. “Ian, I don’t know what you do for a living?”
    “Oh? I thought I told you?” he lied.
    “I’m sorry. I must have been so mesmerized by your kisses that I’ve forgotten.”
    “I like the sound of that, Maggie mine, that my kisses mesmerize you. Well, eh, I’m a bit of a computer nerd. I do consulting work for several companies.”
    “Oh, like a systems analyst.”
    “Similar...”
    Well, if you have a vivid imagina tion, you could call it similar, Ian thought with his fingers crossed.
    “Good thing I got this new job then, isn’t it?”
    “Why would that be, Maggie mine?”
    “If I was still working for Angstrom and Associates, there could be a potential conflict of interest, if you and Mr. Angstrom were after the same clients. I think they have one division that deals with computer systems, although it‘s a pretty small part of that company.”
    “I