Perfect Stranger Page #4

He had this blond temp last fall

could melt butter.

Her name was Veronica.

One day, the boss's wife comes in...

...sees Mr. H and Veronica talking

close over the Sparkletts...

...the next day the temp's toast.

The boy's been leashed.

But since I have it on good authority

he's into some very kinky sh*t.

He probably likes the tight collar.

I'd let him give me a little spank.

-Did I just say that out loud?

-You're sick.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Sorry.

You're Katherine, right?

And you're Harrison Hill, the boss.

Yes.

It's good to be the boss.

Yeah.

So I'll see you at the party tonight,

Katherine.

Here we go.

On behalf of Victoria's Secret, I would

like to thank our very special angel...

...Harrison Hill, for making us

sexier than ever.

Harrison.

I have no idea how we could

possibly make...

...you look any sexier than you do

tonight, Heidi.

Thank you so very much.

I'd just like to raise a glass

to everyone at Victoria's Secret...

...and all my people at H2A...

...for making this

a successful campaign...

...a Very Sexy Collection

is H2A's most sexful--

Succsexf--

We did really good

with this campaign.

Happy Valentine's Day.

God bless you.

Thank you. Good night.

So is part of the torture the fact

we get to watch all this fun?

Are you kidding me?

We got the best seats in the house.

Okay, see the guy with the bad

combover standing by the statues?

Bob Milstein, Accounting.

He may look unlucky in love.

He recently nailed Kay Rolands,

Sales...

...the giant standing by the shrimp.

-Corporate America, ain't it grand?

-One big happy family, eh?

Who's the loud-laughing brunette?

The one that looks a little tipsy.

Oh, Bethany Lee, account manager.

Long legs, perfect teeth,

may they rot in hell.

A few years back

there was chatter...

...she and Mr. Hill were going over

more than just the company numbers.

-Really?

-Yeah.

But that was before the lawsuits,

before Cujosie...

...and before the wife

started paying attention.

Now it's all hugs and kisses

and they're going to fertility clinics.

I think her oven's on the fritz.

Is there anything you don't know,

Gina?

No.

I don't get it. Mrs. Hill is pretty.

I mean, she's really pretty.

Show me a beautiful woman, I'll show

you a man who's tired of f***ing her.

-Nice, Gina.

-What? I've got brothers.

Hi.

Hey.

You're embarrassing him

and yourself.

Okay, I'll be better.

His wife is out there.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Here's money for a cab.

Come on.

-He'll call me, right?

-Good night, Bethany, good night.

I told you already, Narron, I quit.

I figured two weeks was enough

to let you cool off.

I gotta go.

I'm sorry about the senator, Ro,

but I can't lose you.

-David Shane is this paper's star.

-You don't bench a star, Narron.

There will always be powerful people

covering things up, Ro...

...at every paper, in every city.

It's called editorializing

and it's a reality.

Don't give up

because one son of a b*tch...

...pulled some strings at the paper

and silenced your source.

Rest up, come back...

...and nail the next son of a b*tch.

Maybe.

So I set up your lOL account,

but you're gonna need a name.

How about Rocket?

That was my nickname

from college.

Are you sure you don't wanna be

"Hot B*tch on Wheels"?

No, I'm kidding.

All right, Rocket, Rocket, "Rocketgirl."

A little sexier than

DShane@NYCourier.com.

So I put ADEX...

...into your friends file

and as a little extra added bonus...

...your computer has a few things

to say. Listen, this is good.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

-Translation?

-Let me guess.

Miles is sexy?

-You think so?

-And I need this, why?

Because it's f***ing radical.

Every time you get an lM,

you'll have a voice to match.

I don't want my computer talking.

I don't want it saying:

-"Miles is sexy."

-I'll just give an audio to Hill.

I sampled his voice

from some streaming video.

-You don't mind if Hill talks?

-Do I have a choice?

No.

So, what's he like up close

and personal?

Well, tell you one thing,

there's more to the guy than you think.

You should check out his offices.

Go online, take the tour.

You'll see. It's outrageous.

Sick. Just what you'd like.

Oh, you know what, by the way,

I did find something out. Apparently...

...Hill has squashed a couple

of sexual harassment suits.

-Could you chase the money trail?

-Yeah, well...

...I guess he's a likely

candidate for that.

No, not really.

He's now got this gorgeous

Amazonian woman...

-...that does all the dirty work.

-Oh, really? Is she hot?

Yes.

She's very hot.

She's also a lesbian.

Bastard.

All right, so seeing

that you're a chat-room virgin....

-Big deal, I'm a chat-room virgin.

-No, I think it's a compliment.

I think you should practice

online flirting.

-Why would I want to do that?

-Because you'll tell a perfect stranger...

...something you won't tell your best

friend. Especially if you're anonymous.

You should know that,

Mr. David Shane.

Oh, by the way, I got a dollar that

says Hill's not our guy.

We got a pregnant Grace,

threatening to go to the wife, right?

-Yeah.

-Okay, but meanwhile, the wife...

...is busy trying to haul Hill off

to a fertility clinic.

And let's not forget the most

important part, the wife is the money.

-Yeah.

-I don't know.

That's motive on a big stick.

-Motive on a big stick?

-That's what I said.

So I'll take your bet.

Game on.

Welcome to chat.

"Trublu?" Okay.

Welcome.

"Haven't seen you around."

New to this. Who are you?

Hello, Neil, I'm Tiffany.

Okay, Trublu, let's go.

How do you imagine me?

"Long blond hair, longer legs--"

Really close.

Welcome.

"When you said you were getting off,

I didn't know you meant literally."

Leave me alone.

I haven't contacted him.

"l did on his--"

-Hello.

-Okay, look, this isn't funny.

-You're taking advantage of me.

-This is exactly what we talked about.

Once he responds,

I get past his firewall.

It's the price of admission.

I wrote, "Dear Harrison...

...the answers are: Great sex,

cheap beer, the Rolling Stones."

-What?

-Come on.

We got to push his buttons. By the

way, I sent it from your account.

Oh, sh*t. He's on.

-There he is. Let me drive.

-He's on, Miles, he's on.

-Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Miles.

-Harrison--

-What are you doing?

-Nice to hear from you.

Miles, you're typing for me?

-It's a riddle.

-Miles. Stop it.

-Miles, stop it.

-All right, fine. Fine. Fine.

I'm through the firewall into ADEX's

account. He's all yours.

Miles, you bastard.

-What's your name?

-Sh*t.

Veronica.

What color is your hair?

Blond.

Dirty.

I like dirty.

Filthy.

I'd like to get a fistful.

Are you turned on?

I am.

F***er.

I should go.

But you just warmed me up.

Yeah. Don't blueball the guy.

"Yeah, Ro. Don't blueball the guy."

-I'll be back. Bye.

-Goodbye.

Would you quit spying on me,

you f***?

You are officially in the way

of how I work and I'm not having it.

-It's Hill. We can prove it now.

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