had done it, but he shouldn’t be as surprised as he was that Clair had managed to get on the lot and all the way to his office at all.  It was her determined feistiness that initially attracted him, and eventually drove him away.

“Tell them we are getting married in September!”  She stomped her foot on the floor.  “NOW!”

Ian stood, and the team stepped nonchalantly closer to hear every word.  “Clair as usual, you are absolutely delusional.”

“Okay, okay…” she calmed down knowing how to control the situation. “…I know you are upset, I am, too, but we can work this out.  I forgive you and the wedding is still on.”

“Clair, there never was a wedding, we never discussed it and, quite frankly I do not appreciate your showing up in my office, spouting mythical facts in front of my staff when things were made very clear when I broke up with you and left our apartment. Now, do yourself a favor and go home.”

“Ian, what has gotten into you?  There was no break up.”

“Clair,” Ian emphasized her name with as similar a gooey sweetness as she had his, “what part of I can’t take this asinine bullshit any longer, it’s over, didn’t you understand?”

“I understood it Ian, but I never agreed to it.  Now if you will just reinstate the credit cards so I can buy my wedding gown.”

“Gentlemen, get this woman out of the building.  And please explain over and over to her as you drag her ass out of here, just how severe the stalker laws are in this state and that if I ever see her again, she will feel the legal system’s full wrath.”

One man grabbed each arm and started to pull her out of the office.  She slapped each hand away and tried one last shot.  “Fine, I’m sorry, whatever it is you think I’ve done, I’m sorry.”

Ian pointed toward the elevator. “Look if I can forgive you for your one night stand, if that’s the proper term for a three way, you can forgive me for whatever ridiculous thing you are holding against me and we can move on.”

“Clair just move on out the door and don’t come back.”

“Dammit!”  She stomped her foot again, “Ian I quit my job!  I need money!”

“Clair no one told you to quit your job and come to California.  You are on your own.  You have drained the last cent from me you are ever going to…gentlemen, by whatever means necessary!”

The two men literally picked her up and carried her out like a 60’s protestor, Clair protesting all the way.  “At least give me plane fare!”

Ian shuffled through the papers in his hand, and yelled as the elevator doors opened.  “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll give you plane fare when you give me that blow job you promised for ten years.”

She howled “Mother Fucker” like a vampire at sunup as the doors closed shut.  “Have a nice life, Clair,” he said as he strolled casually back to his office.  “1 PM guys, work to do.”  

As Ian shut the door to his office he heard Sean whistle, “Damn, ten years without a blow job!  But why’s she mad?”

Precisely twenty-five minutes later, Ian was being ushered into Jack Tolan’s office by his secretary for his first