Rough and Tumble; Dainty and Sweet

Chapter 3 You got a problem?

I met up with Samantha in the elevator and she made sure the interns were settled in and ready to begin pay roll. Presently, I am seated at my desk, hating life.
Signing a bunch of papers shouldn't be that hard, right?
Wrong.
I sigh in defeat after I finish the third packet. The print is so small. I swear I'm going cross-eyed. I stand up and head for the door. The animal research team on the first floor needed something anyway. I'm not ditching, not really.
Samantha looks up as I walk passed. "It's lunch time, or at least it's passed lunch time." She says, shuffling some papers. "Wanna go to that bistro down the street?"
My stomach growls at the thought. She's right, as always. "That would be wonderful." I reply for my stomach.
Samantha gets up and grabs her purse as I jog back to my office to grab my coat and purse. We meet back at the elevator and head down.
I turn to Samantha half way down and smile a bit. "Professional," I say, "we is."
Samantha snorts then chuckles while giving me the wtf look.
I grin more. "Don't deny it, we be...
BO$$!!!!" Samantha continues to laugh and face palms. The elevator dings for the ground floor and we compose ourselves before the doors open.
"Are the interns going to be ok?" I ask as we pass the front desk. The platinum blonde at the desk looks up from the computer before standing and brushing herself off.
I turn to Samantha and see her fighting a smile before answering. She knows I love scaring the workers who are older then I am. Especially this girl who has a blatantly obvious crush on my friend here. "Yes, I even made sure that Kirk wouldn't flirt with Jeremy."
I laughed a bit at that. Kirk, not flirting with fresh meat? That's like, I don't know, a sign of the apocalypse! I swear, him and the front desk girl should get together the way they flirt.
The door man, Jack or Dennis? Curses for Samantha hiring twin doormen.
Anyway, he opens the door for us as we pass out the door.
Samantha and I say our thank you's before going on down the sidewalk towards the bistro.
The smell of pizza hits me like a ton of fabulous, pink bricks as we walk in. We are seated a few moments after and enjoy a late lunch.
Samantha puts down her pizza and looks at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"Sooo," she drawls out, "you excited for the meeting with the big wigs?"
I look at her over my water and wiggle my eyebrows. She giggles as in put down my water. "You seem excited enough for the both of us." I poke at her. She rolls her eyes. "Too bad you don't have a guy." I roll my eyes back. "Neither do you!" I remind her. We start a staring match. After some time has passed I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. "You know I've been social. It's not my fault every rich guy out there seems to want a cheap gold digger." I say sighing at the end. "Why not date a peasant?" Samantha says after swallowing. I nearly choke on my bite of pasta. "A what?!" I exclaim after swallowing. I proceed to laugh after I see her very serious face. "I'm not kidding. How about that guy in our history class that's been starring at you for days?" "Ugh! No! Hell no! He's a creeper and you know it! Did you see the way his last girlfriend broke up with him? Multiple times till it got through his thick skull?" Samantha sighs before mumbling something about bad choices.
The waiter comes back and I pay the bill before Samantha can say anything. When you've got money, don't let it mold in a bank. I text my driver before saying goodbye to Samantha. "You better go straight to bed, ya hear me? You have to look impeccable for the meeting." She lets me go and I hold onto her by her arms and roll my eyes again at her antics. "Yes mother. Love us Samantha!" She rolls her eyes at me before beginning to walk down the side walk still looking at me. "And be professional!" She half shouts at me. I mock solute her before grinning and walking the other direction.