"No, no! Don't you worry. This is what we want to happen. We want them to think that they're winning. Now they think we just presented our strongest argument while in truth we still have several cards up our sleeves. They'll go around thinking they have nothing to worry about, and then we'll catch them by surprise with the rest of the evidence." Mr. Buckler was on speaker on Cynthia's phone. She was at Stacy's apartment and she had just called Mr. Buckler to discuss the morning's negotiations.
She looked up from the phone to Stacy, and her eyes asked, "What do you think?" Stacy gave a reassuring nod.
"Okay. I'll call you again just before the next meeting. Bye." Cynthia hung up the phone and turned to Stacy, "You should have seen the way Andrew looked at me from across that table. So much anger in his eyes. I thought he was going to jump at me and start pulling my brains out or something."
"He can't hurt you, Cynthia. Don't worry too much about him. Men like him are all bark and no bite. He acts like a testosterone ball but he's just a chicken at heart. That's how they all are." The microwave pinged and Stacy stood up to go fetch the popcorn she had placed there. She came back with a bowl of warm buttered popcorn, picked up the remote, and the two set to watching Whore's Glory.
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Friends With A Prostitute
ChickLit(Highest ranking: #253 in Chicklit - 3 October 2017) Cynthia finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and it isn't her shade. She goes out for a walk trying to process the shocking news of her husband's infidelity, and that's when she finds Stacy, a wo...