Having a wired expression of her own was Erica in her office. She had spent the last hour staring at the paused clip of Richard staring at her. She had not noticed him the previous night, but the second she had sat at his table, he had gazed at her body from bottom to top in a way that made her very uncomfortable.
The fool had taken a peek at her without shame, and it was making her skin crawl. It was the first time she saw him thirsting over her. She sat back in her chair, pondering.
Her partner walked in; "Good morning," he waved, receiving no response.
He walked to her table, took a seat, and hit the table hard, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Good morning?" he asked, sipping on his coffee.
"Do you think Richard Pickford would fall for me?" she inquired, forcing him to spit out all the coffee in his mouth.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Erica no, please get that stupid idea off of your blocked head," he pleaded.
