“Guy.” She stood up as he walked in. “How are you? What brings you to this part of the building?” He flashed the grin that had gotten him into the hearts and living rooms of the city’s inhabitants. “Why, you, of course.” “Have a seat.” She waved toward the chair across from her desk. “No, that’s okay. I can’t stay long. I just wanted to see if you were free for lunch.” She froze halfway down into her seat. “You could have called for that,” she finally said, sitting down. “Yes, but I thought if I showed up in person, you’d be a lot less likely to turn me down.” His smile dimmed somewhat. “And there’s a position I’d like to discuss with you.” A position? She frowned. “I don’t know.” “Come on,” he said. “It’s just lunch.” But that, of course, was the problem.
