I remember when I was at HTC, my brother Ian would excitedly check out the new merchendise. The merchendise was actually the pack of new girls. I would watch him, Mike and Alfredo stare at them and select the one they would go after. As if they were steaks. I always felt sorry for those girls. After all, three hungry wolves were waiting to hunt them down.
With less than 2 weeks at the office, I'm starting to get those feelings of being up for auction. I feel like Little Red Riding Hood dodging the Big Bad Wolf. It might be my paranoia. That never helps. I'm a natural flirt, so I hope I don't send the wrong message across. Let's see what happens.
Let the games begin
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