I leaned forward and gazed at my assistant who looked like a deer in headlights. He swallowed hard. "Mr Grayson," he said weakly "When you get that look on your face, it spells trouble for me and I don't like it," he said.
I put my hands together on the table and surveyed my assistant thoughtfully. "Timothy, you work out," I said pleasantly as he eyed me suspiciously.
"Yes," he said "I run and I go to the gym several times a week. But I don't understand why you're asking me such a question."
"Well it occurs to me that we could use some more information on this Miss Flair," I said, "and what better way to get it and see what her personality truly is like, than seeing it firsthand?"
He was slow to comprehend. I waited. His brows nearly shot up out of his head as he got the notion of wh
