“It would take some time, but…”
“You have one hour.” He glanced at his watch then back up at her before scooting his chair back from the desk. Fischer–game over. Big cock She leaned on the desk and hung her head, defeated. But she had no doubt that he belonged there; despite his boyish, curly brown hair and liquid, almost innocent-looking dark eyes there was an unmistakable aura of power about him and his first glance seemed to go through her defenses like an x-ray. If the data could be gathered into larger groups and then reformatted…
She was mumbling to herself, almost forgetting where she was as she hurried around the desk. She had friends, certainly—mostly women making the same hard climb as Marcia, a warm circle of support and commiseration. Her fingers became a blur of speed.
