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"Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for a sexooral-suckmebitch few minutes, if you don about't mind."

Ms about. Sands picked a folder off her desk and waved it at him. "This is a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez. A sexo half-million-dollar account. She says you screwed up by insuring only oral her deep oral and oral not her husband oral as oral well. And while you about were out on your little vacation"--Paul flushed angrily oral, but said nothing--"he died. And under the policy you got her to buy, she gets zip.

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"You understand, Paul," she said, struggling for oral cool detachment, "this doesn't change anything. Whatever just . . . happened here, I'm sexo still your boss. Don't think you've gotten sexooral-suckmebitch some kind of leverage with me."

Yes, sir, he thought to himself as he gave his tie a sexooral-suckmebitch final straightening tug before opening the door, things were definitely looking up.