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"Thanks, Hank," she said, never looking away from the descending floor numbers.

At 8:45, dressed in a sharp pencil skirt and a blouse that was one button looser than corporate recommended, she caught the elevator with the super, a grizzled man named Hank. He nodded at her. She nodded back. As the elevator groaned between the 4th and 3rd floors, he reached out and adjusted the collar of her blouse, his knuckles brushing her collarbone. freeuse cherie deville

And as she hailed a cab, she smiled. Because for the first time all morning, she was the one who decided to stop. "Thanks, Hank," she said, never looking away from