Absolutely not. “Nothing and you are quite aware there is no real replacement for you. Lunch at Tesoros in two weeks as usual?”

“I’ll be there.”

“See you then.” Why did Victoria tease me as if she knew about the hell I am going through? There is no way she could know. Alexa did not look like the tall, leggy blondes or have the hardened edges of the models I preferred. It wasn’t that I had a preference for blondes, it was that I had a preference for the ones who knew all I wanted was their body, not their time or care. I also have a rule that women who worked for me are completely off limits. No pussy is worth the stress of dealing with the kind of drama a relationship like that would create.

My cell phone sounds. Checking it, it’s a text from Ebony. It’s a picture of her in bed, naked. Normally, I would be pleased with the way she is offering herself to me. Now all I can wonder is if she has once again gone under the knife. She has upgraded and downgraded her size twice in the three years I have known her.

While I do not appreciate fake breasts, with the women I have been with they are more common than sunny days in California. It does not mean I have stopped preferring the real thing. I blink and remember just how real Alexa’s breasts looked last night in the tight silky white shell below her blazer.

Another text comes through, my cock barely stirs at the sight of her creamy milk chocolate body with her fingers along the hairless slit of her pussy. Her body has brought me pleasure in the past, I know it well. I have no idea why it does not now. I toss my phone on my desk not bothering to respond.

The knock on my door is a welcome intrusion. “Come in.”

It’s Carol, she is carrying the package from Diego’s office. “This was here when I came in.”

I take it, “Your replacement starts Monday.” I ignore her wide smile as she asks if I want coffee, I nod.

Even though I know some of it from her last night, laid out before me it’s striking, Alexandra Clark has not had an easy life. There were the details on her mother, dead from ovarian cancer when Alexa was ten, one sister died a year later, and her father died from lung cancer only months after she turned twenty.

My childhood was bad. However, it did not come close to this. To have your whole world slowly ripped from you piece by piece. There were not many who could take these many blows and stay standing. Alexa had not simply kept standing she did it while accomplishing many things to be proud of.