He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets?

It was, he often though, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.

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Tyler studied him over his coffee. “From what I’ve seen so far you’re not much of a time-waster.
And you’re not so bad, for a suit.”
With a half-laugh, David lifted his own coffee. Steam from it rose and merged with the mist.
“Coming from you, that’s a hell of a kudo.”
“Damn right.

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It was best not to think, not to analyze. It was best to accept and act.

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There I go being critical again. Does a man have to stand on one foot and juggle for me to consider him entertaining? What am I looking for? A knight?…No, knights are all polished and shiny. I think my taste runs to something with a bit of tarnish and maybe a few scratches. Someone who can make me laugh and cry and make me angry and make my knees tremble when he touches me.

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