After several hours of roaming around aimlessly in the factory, I wind up in my office sitting behind my now empty desk. The investigating officers cleared pretty much everything out: my hard files, my computer, and they even emptied out my desk –even taking that stupid picture of my old man and me from when I was a kid. Eddie is nervously sitting in a corner. He looks like he is losing is mind even worse than me. I suppose that makes sense. I have a pretty hefty inheritance to fall back on if everything goes to shit; he has everything resting on the success of this factory. Right now, the factory is shut down –which means he’s not getting paid, which means his debt is only getting worse with each passing second.

We are silent for a considerable amount of time, “Are you going to be okay?” I ask finally as I lean back in my desk chair.

He looks up at me, “I don’t know.” He admits. I can tell he is still angry with me; he probably has a huge mix of emotions right now. He stretches slightly in his chair, “I looked at everything in that factory. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. The investigators are going to be taking samples of all of our products back to some lab to do some testing. They say after that we can restart production; there is nothing they can do legally to keep us from working right now, but the brand name is being drug through the mud by the media.”

“I looked around too, and I didn’t see anything. I even went through half those files before the cops took them away and nothing.” I say.

I hear Eddies’ cell phone start to go off. He sighs and answers it, “What?” he hisses into the phone. He pauses and then looks up at me, “Do you know a Sylvia?”

I nod, “Yeah.”

“She wants in,” Eddie says.

“Tell them she can come in,” I say, and Eddie tells whoever he’s talking to, to let her inside.

“So who is she? Some new fling?” He asks.

“I’m not sure what she is,” a slight smile passes over my lips, but I quickly try to hide it. Eddie noticed, I think, but he does not say anything about it.

Eddie sighs, “I don’t know what I’m going to do. One of my sister's kids is in trouble again, and I-”

“You don’t have to do anything.” I snap. This is what really pisses me off. Ever since Eddie found out my dad –the man who raised him –was not his real father and that he has all these other half siblings, he’s been blowing his money on every one of those leeches. They keep taking advantage of him, and it is really starting to get to me. “This is why you’re in debt, Eddie.” I say, “I mean it, man. Knock it off. Stop letting them screw you like this.”

“They’re family, James.” He says.

I roll my eyes, “I’m family. You hardly know these people.”

He stares at me with this perplexed look for a minute. A wry smile crosses his face, “James, are you jealous of them?”

“I’ve never even met them,” I say.

“No, but you have always been my only baby brother until all this craziness.” Eddie says, “Does it bother you?”

“Fuck you, man.” I say, “That’s not it. What bothers me is how you keep letting them take advantage of you.”

“These people did not live with the way we did.” He says and stands, “I’m going to go try to talk to the guys in the factory to see if they know anything.”

“The police are probably already doing that,” I say.

“Yeah, well… I have to do something.” Eddie says and leaves the office.

I’m not alone for too long. Soon Sylvia is entering into my office, and her presence makes me feel a little less miserable. “Hey, beautiful,” I say, and she smiles.

She holds up a little brown bag and says, “I was on my lunch break… thought you could use a pick me up.”

I stand up and meet her halfway across the room. I want her, and I wonder if she is starting to realize how desperate I am. I reach around her waist with my left arm and decide to give her a flirty pinch on the ass. “Cute.” She says, sounding a little annoyed. She bypasses me and puts the bag on the desk. She turns back around to face me and sits herself down on top of my desk. “This place is pretty fancy.”

“Come on,” I say and hurried towards her. She is wearing tight yoga pants with a zebra print waistband and nothing but a sports bra; she has clearly been out testing equipment today. She tests gear for a living: bikes, skateboards, rock climbing gear –anything kind of extreme. There is something about knowing she’s been out there doing that sort of thing that really has me turned on. I can imagine that tight little ass of hers on a skateboard. I wonder if she is any good. Probably if she tests skateboards for a living. “You show up at my office dressed like that, and you get mad because I give you a little pinch on the-”

She puts a finger to my chest so that I keep a few feet away from her. She smiles at me, “I'm not teasing.” She says with a wink. “But you are still on pain meds, remember? Last time you and I got a little frisky, you fell asleep on me.”

“Not my fault,” I say.

“You and I have not exactly had the best of luck.” She says, “The first time we tried, we got interrupted because you found out your company was getting sued. The second time you passed out. Do you think fate is trying to tell us something?”

“All fate is trying to tell us is that you have to work for something if you really want it.” I smile, “Besides, a woman like you, you’re worth the wait.”

“Well then, I guess I’m just going to have to make you wait a little longer.” She lowers her hand.

“Sylvia….” I sound like a child pleading for an extra cookie at snack time. She laughs at my plea and then waves me over with her finger. Finally! I came towards her and stood between her legs as she sits on the desk. We kiss for a bit first, and then I decide I got to get my arm out of my sling, which I manage to figure out after a minute of incredibly ungraceful gestures. She laughs and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

I remove my suit jacket, flinching slightly when I pull my right arm out, but I’m more than happy to push through to get to the final prize. She unbuttons my shirt and leans forward to kiss my bare chest. “Mmm….” She whispers in my ear, and I shake slightly with anticipation. This is about to be a dream come true: doing my fantasy girl in my office! And it’s just a bonus that she’s wearing an outfit similar to the one she modeled in on the building board I’ve stared at every day on my way to work.

The door flies open. It’s Agent Roman. He looks embarrassed, but he doesn’t excuse himself. Sylvia jumps away from me, quite embarrassed. She embarrasses easily, I’ve learned, which means one thing: fucking Agent Roman just cock blocked me. “Um…” Roman loosens his shirt collar, “We’re rounding up everyone for interviews.”

“Of course, you are.” I snap. Well, doesn’t look like I’m getting laid today.