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Investments control

... only who was feeling the warmth because as she swung her arms around to get her circulation going again, her blouse showed patches of perspiration. She wiped her brow and stretched her body. I watched as she put herself through a strenuous workout, which considering the circumstances was a delight to behold. I admired how easily she moved, paying absolutely no attention to me. "Can you call your friend and ask him how much longer this could take." Her head was tilted over backwards, as far as she could reach now, whilst still standing on one leg and her voice sounded strained by the amount of effort going into her contortions. I nodded and did as she requested. "But that means we could be here the whole fucking day!" Andrea exclaimed disbelievingly when I told her about the problems the electric company was having. Apparently they needed to shut down the whole street but because there were lots of important financial institutions in the area who were objecting to the disruptions this would cause, an alternative power supply had to be found before our situation could be remedied. "To make matters worse," I said, almost as an afterthought, "almost everybody had gone home because they can't get anything done. The whole building except for the security staff is empty." The look she gave me was murderous and I wondered for a moment if I was in any danger. ‘Musician killed by estranged woman in a lift.” I could see the lurid headlines. "Do you mean to tell me that while I'm ...

... fucking well stuck here with... with... you," she pointed an angry finger at me, "No insult intended by the way," she added by means of an apology, "All my colleagues are either at home or have gone to the beach?" I nodded my head dumbly, unwilling to say anything that could get me into her bad books any more than I already was. I raised my hands in mock surrender and said she shouldn't kill the messenger for being the bearer of bad news. Despite her anger, a wry smile appeared and she cooled down a little. "Sorry, Honey. It's not your fault, I know... but unfortunately for you, you're the only one here, and I needed to unload my anger on someone. Sorry…” she concentrated for a moment. “Ziggy.” She’d remembered my name. Her smile widened and I could sense her mood changing. "I guess I'm lucky you didn't spank me then, you know, being as you're so angry." My attempt at making a joke fell flat because she just stared at me long and hard. Suddenly her eyes sparkled with mirth. "I suspect you'd like that too much," she said sarcastically. "There are worse things I could think of, you know to pass the time," I retorted light heartedly. The raised eyebrow and sardonic look she gave me, could have filled a book but before I could continue flirting, the facade of a professional business woman returned. "I don't know how much more I can take of being cooped up in this steel box," she said bitterly and slumped back to the floor. Defeat came uneasy to her. She sat down and rested her chin on ...