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secretaries, gets back from maternity leave.”
                  “So Miss Harris is not on vacation?” Mercedes asked.
                  “No?” Kerry looked at her curiously, “She was gone today. She called in sick after leaving your apartment last night. What made you think she was on vacation?”
                  Mercedes felt that she was about to get the woman in trouble, so she simply shrugged Kerry’s question off. “I’m not sure why I thought that.” She decided not to mention the dress to Kerry. This woman was being kind to her, so she did not want her to get in trouble for ditching work. The inconsistencies between Miss Harris’ claims in the letter and what Kerry was telling her only furthered Mercedes’ curiosity.
                  “If it means anything to you, Miss Harris’ husband owns another Construction business- his is just outside of the city, though. He and I are contracting for a merger right now,” Kerry explained, “She’s not a particularly good secretary - it’s obvious she’s never worked a day in her life, but she does her best.  During a meeting with her and her husband I mentioned one of my secretaries being out on maternity leave and me having a hard time finding a good replacement. She acted as though she had done that type of work before and offered to fill in. I think it was an attempt at brown-nosing me on her husband’s behalf. She’s an interesting character to say the least. I really don’t know what to think about the woman. It is honestly pretty odd having another CEO’s wife play secretary in my office building.”
                  Mercedes chuckled. “What a strange woman.”
                  When dinner was finished the two of them headed outside. Kerry offered to drive her home himself, but Mercedes quickly turned down the offer. “I think I’ll just have Yury drive me home. Why did you hire him for your driver by the way?”
                  Kerry shrugged. “I needed a new driver, and you said you liked him so I considered that a recommendation.”
                  Mercedes felt that there was something more to Kerry’s casual reasoning, but she did not bother him about it. Yury pulled up, happily greeting them both and opening the door for Mercedes. “I’ll see you Monday, n” Kerry told her as Yury was closing the door. Yury pulled the car out of the lot, humming to himself as he drove. He was quietly playing some Russian music through his radio.
                  “Monday,” she said under her breath, hardly able to imagine what the following week would bring her.
     
    ***

 
                  Mercedes was surprised at how incredibly nervous she was as she headed towards the construction site in Queens. Yury was, of course, her driver. “You going make excellent foreman,” he told her, although she was certain he was not sure what a foreman was. “You do good, Miss Mercado.” He tried to reassure her and she smiled, starting to enjoy listening to Yury’s blaring foreign music he liked to play when he drove her. He was already becoming very comfortable around her. She had learned a little bit about his wife since they had first met. She worked a waitress in a local diner. He claimed she knew English far better than he did because she had learned it in school very young.
                  “Thanks, Yury,” she said. Today she wore a pair of snug blue jeans and midriffs. It was a comfortable enough attire to wear all day on site. At last, the vehicle pulled up at the desired location. Upon exiting, she gazed out at the barren scape of dirt patches that would eventually house a small skyscraper. “I hope I can do this,” she uttered nervously, feeling as though her boots were glued to the sidewalk. A part of her was wondering if she had bit off a bit more than she could chew.
                  “Goodbye, Miss