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I tell myself it’s what I want. It’s not, not even close.

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Wednesday

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Leo

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When the elevators open, Alexa does not acknowledge me. I toss the newspaper on her desk. “Find out everything you can about Elizabeth Ward. I want her in here tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

My coffee is waiting on my desk, along with the two morning reports. It’s still so hot steam is wafting from it. How had she done it? I let my head rest against my chair. Yesterday all I thought about was pushing Alexa to quit, the quicker, the better. Until the moment I saw the pain flicker in Alexa’s eyes.

After lunch I accomplished nothing. All I could see was the way Alexa flinched as if I hit her. I do not hurt women, it is not something that makes my cock hard, in bed or out of it. To me, any man who hurts a woman should have his balls removed because he did not deserve them.

At home, I was able to get some work done, yet I still was haunted by what I did. What was it about her that was pushing me past my limits, doubting my control? The need to know more about her, sent me searching for her books. I broke down and downloaded her first book. It is an excellent book, as I read I heard Alexa’s voice. I didn’t want to put it down and read well into the night. When I was finally done, for the first night in almost a week, I fell right to sleep without a sleeping pill.

I sip my coffee, it’s perfect. It is smooth, with an equal mix of sugar and half and half. Sonofabitch, this is the way Victoria used to make it. Before I think about it, I punch the intercom on my phone. “Alexa, get in here.”

When she walks in her face is clear, devoid of expression. “Yes, sir.”     “Where did this coffee come from?”

“I made it, sir.”

“Were you told to make my coffee?”

“No, sir.” Her gaze does not move from a point past me.

“Then why did you?”

“Because I thought my time was better spent working than riding up and down elevators and walking a block for coffee when I could make it as well as the places I was going to get it from.”

“You were that sure of yourself? That you could come in today and prepare the perfect cup of coffee?”

“No, sir. I got coffee from both Demetrius and the coffee shop and brought them back to work. I had purchased the beans you preferred yesterday and brought them in. This morning I came in at six and spent the morning practicing until I believe I got it right. Is it not as good as Victoria used to make it?”