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for fattening and greasy foods. Try not to judge me too much. The owner, he’s a nice man. The first time I came in here we got to talking. I stayed here for hours chatting with him about him coming here from Israel and starting up this little business. The family here is nice, and the food is good.”
                  Mercedes found herself laughing in spite of herself. Before she could say anything, the server placed two milkshakes in front of them. She looked at Kerry curiously. “You ordered us milkshakes?” she asked.
                  “You struck me as a strawberry milkshake person. How wrong was I?” he asked.
                  She smiled. “Dead on, actually.” She sipped on the strawberry milkshake. It was one of the best strawberry milkshakes she had ever had. This meeting was starting to feel almost like a date; Kerry was surprisingly charming when he was not frustrated. “You want to go ahead and get that out of the way?” she pointed to the paperwork.
                  “Let’s do. Last thing I want is to get hamburger grease on this.” He passed the paperwork off to her. She read through it; he pointed out a few places for her sign and answered any questions she had. He seemed surprised that she had any questions at all, but he did his best to be direct. Once everything was signed, he put away the paperwork in his briefcase. “I’m very excited about this project. I think you’re going to enjoy working for Brian O’Brian.”
                  “So who is Brian O’Brian, anyways?” she asked.
                  He laughed at her, “No one. Just a terrible name for a company named after my family.”
                  She laughed, “So no Brian’s in the O’Brian family, then?”
                  “Thankfully, no.” he smirked. “But that does sound like something my aunt would have done if, rest her soul, she had ever had children. She was funny like that.”
                  Mercedes was surprised at how easy it was becoming to talk to Kerry. They came from entirely different, it seemed, yet they both liked to dip their fries in their milkshakes like everyone else. They spoke more about the project once the food arrived. She tried her best not to make a mess while eating her burger. Kerry, on more than one occasion, embarrassed himself by getting ketchup on the side of his face. “Sorry, sorry,” he would say and quickly wipe his food away and Mercedes would laugh. It was hard to believe that this was the same man she had met at the construction site.  This version of Kerry was very pleasant and she found herself blushing on occasion when he spoke, but she was always very quick to shake the girlish feelings away. This was job and that was all. She would not allow herself to become distracted just because her boss had pretty eyes and a pearly white smile. She hated how she kept having to remind herself that this was not a date. There was just something about Kerry O’Brian that had suddenly struck her fancy.
                  During dinner, Mercedes asked about his secretary, Lillian Harris. Her curiosity about the faceless woman was starting to get the better of her. “What about her?” Kerry asked, not sure what Mercedes’ fascination was.
                  “Honestly?” Mercedes blushed. “She is the one who sent me that suit. She had a letter attached to it, telling me to wear it to our meeting this morning.”
                  Kerry shrugged. “That’s a little odd. I did not tell her to do that. I only asked that she handle settling your debt with the landlord for me. And that’s a lot of extra work to go get a suit for someone who is just a temp.”
                  “A temp?” Mercedes questioned.
                  “Yes,” Kerry said, “She’s staying with us until the end of the year when Julie, another of my