Teddy Connor, son of the owner of the firm, was young and handsome, about Thirty and had matching dark eyes and hair. Abigail remembered the comment her sister made the first time she’d seen Teddy’s face in a magazine, Really hot for a white boy, she had said passively but Abigail wasn’t the kind to take note of race. People were people and she found herself peeved about the great deal race played in society. Nonetheless Teddy was hot and she had a feeling he knew it.
“It’s Ten Forty Abi, you know what that means?” He asked.
“No sir, I don’t.”
“It means that I wanted those papers on my desk forty minutes ago.” Teddy said, although he didn’t seem angry at all. “What made you so late into work today?”
“Sorting through company flies all night. I’m sorry about that sir. It won’t happen again.”
Teddy let a smile run across his face, “I love playing boss.” He said casually.
“You don’t have to play the part.” Abigail reminded him.
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