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A little thrown by the directness of his language, you slump a bit in your chair.  


"I am currently involved in a realtionship with an individual who happens to work in the accounting department."  You finally manage to spit out.  You swallow hard, waiting for his response.  


"Man or woman"  he asks unexpectedly "....No wait, don't answer that.  Human resources would have a field day if they knew I even asked.  Those paper pushing pansies have no idea what it's like to run a busines in the real world."


You are liking this guy more and more by the second.  


'Man, sir"  you respond, despite his request.  


Mr McAllister continues "It doesn't matter to me one way or the other, I just like to have my facts straight so I don't come off looking like a dumbass.  So who is it?"


"Ristain Tayne.." you state confidently, your cheeks blushing at the sound of his name passing over your lips.


"Ahhhhhh.......Mr. Tayne"  Mr McAllister pushes his chair back from the desk and opens the file drawer to his left.  You watch as he flips through files that you can only imagine are personel files.  "Mr Tayne....where are you?  Tanner....Task.....Tarren.. Ahhh...Tayne."  He pulls a manilla folder victoriously from the drawer and slaps it on the desk in front of him. 

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