"That is enough! Both of you into my office now." Susan Watford the director said.
"Can't you get through one project? One day without going at each other like cats and dogs?. Now look Mark, Shirley, if I have to move you two to other departments my work will suffer but I will do it."
Shirley Chin was taken aback, she did not want to be moved but working with Mark was almost unbearable.
Mark felt the same way, he could not stand Shirley, her lack of imagination. Sometimes though he did check out her chubby breasts and round ass, for an Asian girl she was very curvy, but still that little habit of clearing her throat always drove him mad.
For her part Shirley could not stand Mark's always leaping to conclusions before reading the reports, even though a good deal of the time he was right.
Susan opened her desk draw and took out and envelope. "You two are going to leave now," she said handing over the envelope, "Dinner and a show, on me! You two work things out or..."
Mark wondered if she could even do that. In the elevator down he and Shirley talked, it might not be Kosher, so to say, but she could definitely move them to other departments where their careers would dead-end.
The show, an extravaganza staring a super-hero was so bad it was good. Over dinner they did find a topic they could agree on, how much they resented Susan making them go out.
Mark took Shirley back to her apartment. To his surprise he found himself sitting on her couch, not to either one's surprise they found themselves arguing again about whose fault it was that they were there.
"Fine!" he said getting up.