Business Meeting (Patreon)

She paused in his open office door. He was frowning at his computer screen. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. His eyes cut to her. 

“You don’t need to knock.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt if you’re in the middle of something important.”

She took the seat in front of his desk, crossed her legs, and rested her notepad on her lap. He had an array of folders in front of him. When she looked up, he was frowning. 

“What?”

He sat back in his chair and eyed her for a moment. “Where do you want to start?”

Surprised that he was asking for her opinion, she considered for a moment before she said, “How about the stock market?”

As he talked, she took notes. She was three pages in when he got to his feet. She looked up distractedly as he rounded the desk. Her pen stopped as he took the seat beside her. 

“What’s…?” she began as he tugged the chairs together so they were practically sharing the same armrest. 

He put his hand high on her thigh. “You and I don’t do business with a desk between us.”

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