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The Professional Woman: Ch:02
I sat in my chair as the waiters brought out our plates before us. The appetizers were magnificent. Even though Mark had brought me here under false pretenses, I was in complete awe. Then the talking began, and I wanted to throw up all the contents of my stomach.
Mr. Crawford or Edward Crawford was doing all the talking, and as usual, all the men around him just nodded their heads or kept repeating what he said, no matter how disgusting or stupid he sounded. It was sickening to watch grown men act like scolded children. Edward was a battle-axe, old, stuck in his ways and never apologized even when he was wrong.
Mark was another one of his “yes men”, as I called the cowards that hung on every word Edward spewed from his mouth. Some people had called Edward a silver fox because of his silver hair. His looks reminded me of the actor Sean Connery. In the few times I have met him, he never said my name, constantly calling me by married name.
“Do you want more?” the waiter asked as he held a bottle of wine.
“Yes,” I nodded.
Mark shot me a look which I ignored. No doubt he was unhappy that I was the only one at the large table on my third cup. However, if he was going to lie to me so that all his male coworkers could take short glimpses at my cleavage or pretend to drop silverware to peek at my…
