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here?” She smiled real big at him.
    “ Justice, we’ll see you inside. Let’s go, Bekah.”
    I motioned for her to go ahead and she rolled her eyes and walked ahead of me.
    “The code is…”
    “I know the code!” She snapped as she punched it in.
    “How do you…”
    “You told me last night. I’m not Fu…”
    “I am warning you about using that word. Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah.”
    “Good thing I’m not a lady .” She pushed open the door and walked in quickly and punched the code in on the panel just inside the door.
    “Really, you’re not a lady?”
    She turned and walked closer and looked up at me. “I’m gonna look for another place of employment.”
    Oh shit , I’d done it now. Keep your cool . “And why is that?”
    “You’re an ass. A gigantic ass. You joke around and seem to be a real cool guy with everyone around here, except for me.”
    “Look, you needed to be trained properly , Bekah! You wanna talk about portraying yourself differently. You come in here, late for your interview, sweet as pie and all smiles, we picked you over twenty others…”
    “Then there should be no fucking…” she avoided my hand covering her mouth again by grabbing my hand, she was quick. “I’ll give you two weeks. But you keep your hands away from my mouth.”
    She didn’t let go.
    “You have fake-ass tattoos all over you, Bekah.” She immediately started turning red. “Yes, Bekah I noticed. I don’t think anyone else did, so before you throw in the towel here think about why you did that. You want this, you’re very capable. You’re trained. You only have a couple things left to learn. You don’t look like a quitter. You don’t look like someone who runs from what they want.”
    “You don’t know me…”
    I turned and started to walk toward the fridge, “I know you. I know what you want. Prove me wrong, do your best to show me this place doesn’t bring out a deep desire in you, make you feel alive. Make you learn more about who you are through what you learn about everyone who walks in here. I’ll prove it to you otherwise.”
    “If I stay, you have to promise you won’t be an ass. You won’t treat me any differently than you do the others.”
    I grabbed two blueberry muffins from the fridge, “You gotta promise me something in return. You have to stop with the language.”
    I handed her one of the muffins . “No, thank you.”
    “You didn’t eat breakfast.”
    “I’m on a diet.”
    “What the hell for?”
    “I won’t say Fuck anymore.” She reached her hand out and I shook it.
    “Perfect. Now let’s get you set up for Justice.”
    We set up the room next to mine.
    “This will be where you work until Xavier comes home. I’m right next door so if you need anything just make up some excuse to leave the room. Don’t let them see you nervous it’ll freak them the hell out.”
    She nodded her head yes as she scanned the room.
    “You ready for this?”
    “I was ready for this when I walked in those doors two weeks ago. Now, after your training , I’m nervous.”
    “That was never my intention.”
    “Well explain what your intention was then.”
    “To build you up….” She laughed. “It’s not funny. You have every trade trick and secret I’ve learned in three years here. You may be nervous, but I have no doubt you can do it.”
    “You’re really not such an ass are you?”
    “Nope, everyone else around thinks I’m pretty damn cool.” I gave her one of my best winks.
    “I know how cool they think you are . I work in reception too, remember? I take the phone calls. Lots of requests for you out there.”
    “I’m good .” I wagged my eyebrows.
    “So I hear .” She giggled and walked out to the kitchen and grabbed her bag.
    “Tell me what you hear?”
    She pulled a cooler out and then a bottle out and took a drink.
    “It’s really none of my business….”
    “Bullshit, spill it.”
    “Well fine, you like married women.”
    I watched her eyes to