Magic in her eyes
She came for a job, but got much more.
“I can type over 100 words per minute” she said, shifting in her chair. There is magic in her eyes, I thought. “I can file your papers, I'm good at short hand during business meetings.” Sparkling, dancing, teasing, tempting. Fascinating whirlpools, drawing me in. “And I can entertain you or clients when needed. I would take this job seriously, Greg”. I leaned back in my chair, unable to release my stare. I mumbled somethi...