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This is Lola.

Alya's POV

   "Lola,"  I call for my assistant on the intercom.  "Please go fetch Ms. Ó Briain and bring her to my office please."  "Will do, Ms. Jiménez."

Soon, Lola gestures her in.  "Have a seat, Ms. Ó Briain."  "Look, I know wh-"  "Please wait to listen to what I have to say."

Shut the fuck up, Orla.

"O-Ok."  "Now.........You and Ms. Lawless are......close.....aren't you?"  "I guess I'd say so.  .........I hope to be even closer."  She shyly admits, a small smile on her lips.

I lace my fingers in front of me, my elbows resting on my desk.  "I'm afraid that won't do."  "W-What do you mean?"  She says, giving me a worried look.  She's such a gentle sheep, it's sad really.  Too bad I'm a wolf.

"Stay away from Ms. Lawless.  You are strictly prohibited from talking to her, looking at her.  Don't even think about her.  You may leave now."

She gets up, looking defeated as she looks down, and walks out of my office.  I press the intercom button that connects to Lola's office.  "Lola, come here please."  "Yes, Ms. Jiménez."

Moments later, she's in my office.  "Now,"  I say, slowly walking up to her, my hand in my pocket.  "You know what I want, right?"

She immediately starts unbuttoning her dress shirt.  I lean my mouth to her ear.  "And when we're done, bring Francine in here."