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"I'm taking your advice. I'm changing the conversation. If you hiring a totally professional, qualified executive assistant doesn't favor me, why not change the conversation?" she said, holding her arms out, shaking her boobs slightly. "Just hear me out, and I will convince you that what you need, more than an assistant, more than a wife, is a dirty fucking whore," she asserted.

"Sandra... you can't do this. Do I need to call security?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Mike, you agreed to hear me out, no matter what," she began, her genial attitude gone. 

"Well, when we made that deal, I thought you planned to be somewhat reasonable." I replied.

"I'm not gonna force anything on you. I made a presentation! That's it! And all I'm doing is using logic and reason. If, by the end, you still feel this strongly, I will walk away. But I think I can change your mind, and if I do, I will certainly blow your mind. I will make you realize how important i