>> pass off as a cardigan (which ordinarily would require a minimum separation zone of a continent). >>

>> The final nail in the coffin came as I was walking them both to the elevators with #Sullivan trailing several miserable steps >>

>> behind his wife and myself.] I would love to grab lunch with you, here let me get you my personal number and we can set a date and >>

>> time. Exciting. [I was reaching into my bag to produce my card for her when #Sullivan drew me aside and banished #Cassandra to >>

>> the elevators alone. A chorus of gasps sounded around the room. No client in the history of the firm had challenged my authority >>

>> and won. Not even Giuseppe What’s more no client in the history of the firm had laid a hand on in such a way. So all eyes in the >>

>> firm were blatantly on me, watching and waiting for how this would unfold.] >>

>> What seems to be the problem, Mr Hunt? [I asked, still perfectly pleasant. ‘Oh puh-lease, for the love of God, drop the act, woman. >>

>> And just what do you think you’re playing at, hmm?’ He was still predictable with his characteristically over-exaggerated mannerisms >>

>> and like a day hadn’t passed we fell into an old routine. I perfectly mocked every emphatic arm wave and head shake, even every >>

>> syllable he stressed until he rocked forward on his heel as he plunged into one of his clichéd tirades. ‘Let me give you a >>

>> list of all the things I’d like to happen more than you going to lunch with #Cassandra and tainting her with your devil soul just >>

>> by opening your mouth.’ He jabbed a finger up as he counted off each item on the list. ‘Be struck by the pneumonic plague. Surgically >>

>> remove my own kidneys and eat them raw. Drop the soap in prison. Roll around in the blood of a thousand slaughter kittens then >>

>> jump into a tank of hungry sharks. Now I wish I could pick you up and shake you violently until every last damn second of my time >>

>> you’ve wasted just falls right out but I can’t. But I can, and listen to me carefully now, Satan, but I can make sure you don’t >>

>> waste a minute longer of hers. Do you understand me or do I need to say it one more time?’] >>

>> You know what? I think I’m going to need it one more time, big guy. [Patting him on the chest I brushed past him, taking a sugared >>

>> doughnut from #Dale’s hand before he could bite into it.] But could I get it in writing? It’s just that I’m really busy and now >>

>> I have a lunch to plan. I’m sure you understand.