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42.
As Kate and I eat, we are going through the files, and it seems that Franklin (Frankie) Spencer was trying to run this division into the ground. It looks like the Branch office was holding it together, but barely. As we read the complaints we do notice one very interesting thing that was going on, the Los Angeles main home office was never informed, about anything. It seems as Frankie was in charge, that this division had, more or less, been lost. They literally couldn't get hold of Frankie, it seemed like he disappeared while he ran this division. The really only good thing that came from all of this is that Kate and I know who we can trust, and who we can't.
It was close to 2300 when we had finally finished going through the files. I leaned back in my chair stretched and let out a yawn. As I had finished yawning I looked over at Kate, who was in her casual clothes still (blue jeans, and a UCLA bruins tee shirt, and her now back in a ponytail, as she usually does as she is reading), and that she looked so cute. She's sitting legs crossed in a chair while chewing on the end of a highlighter, which she uses to mark important items throughout the complaints, or to make notes on something, and she's completely attuned to what she's doing, oblivious to the world, except for what's on the piece of paper.
She's amazing, I think to myself as she finishes the last complaint that was in the box in front of her, hard worker, it's 2310 and she's still with me, going through freaking business complaints, and actually caring about what's she doing, and here I am, her boss making her do this, she's not even paid to do this either, why is she still here?
As soon as I finished thinking this she finishes the complaint, lays it down, and looks at me as her glasses have fallen down her nose, "What is it, Aden?" she says, as she adjusts her glasses to actually see me, "Do I have marker on my face or something?" as she wipes her face with her hands.
I chuckle, "No, no, no," I look at her, "Why are you here, Katie?"
"What do you mean, Aden?" Kate asks, not really sure of my meaning.
"Why are you here, with me at," looking at my phone that's beside of me near a stack of complaints, "2315, on a random day during the week, in a city that both of us don't know?"
"I'm here, because you are, Aden," she looks at me with a puzzled look, "where else would I rather be right now," she says as she cracks one of her million dollar smiles, "I would rather be in a random city with you, than back in Los Angeles doing nothing right now. What do you remember when you hired me on what we agreed on?"
"Which part?" trying to remember back, we agreed on a lot of things actually, what specific thing is she talking about.
"The part where this," she raises her hand as to point to both of us, "is a partnership, and whatever happens, that we would be there for the other one. And right now, Aden, you need help," as she picks up her list, that was sitting in front of her, "this is a catastrophe." as she waves the list at me, then she lays the list down, in front of her, and looks at me again, "what's wrong, Aden, you look troubled?"
"It's not really I'm troubled, it's more like," still leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms, and look at the ceiling, then back at her beautiful face, "I just don't understand."
"You don't understand, what?" she says as she gets up from her chair, "me?" she says as she approaches me, and has a sultry moment about her, "or the complaints?" she waves her hand over towards where she was sitting earlier.
"Yes," is all I can say as I uncross my arms and look up at her as she leans against the edge of the table beside me, and leans back placing her arms behind her, which makes her breasts stick out more than usual.
"To what, Aden?" she asks, as she looks down at me with a smirk, as she keeps playing with me.
"To what," I push the chair, that I'm sitting in, away from the table, and I stand up. I start to approach her...
