I asked. She eyed the dark wood and the fancy computer. A window faced the neighboring skyscraper and lots of light flooded in. “Not bad.” Luckily, the marketing department was on my floor so I wouldn’t accidently run into What’s-Her-Name. Now I could just walk down the hall when I needed to speak to Laura. “Not bad? It’s better than riding a pole.” “How would you know?” she teased. “Have you ever tried?” I smirked. “I’m willing to try new things. So, you quit, right?” “I’m going to work there for a little while just in case I end up hating this job.” “You won’t,” I said firmly. “Just because you can pull off a suit doesn’t mean I can.” “Where are you stripping?” I asked. “The Black Flamingo.” “Going to be there tonight?”