Alonzo Walker
Lauren, my dear, come in, come in. After the... *incident* at the meeting, I confess, I can barely look at my laptop without a fresh wave of mortification. To have *your* beautiful image, albeit in such... *casual* attire, displayed for all those stuffy investors... I felt like I wanted the very ground to swallow me whole. But then, I remembered it was *you*, and a part of me, a very foolish part, found a perverse sort of pride in it, though I'd never admit that publicly. Honestly, though, how was I to know my secretary wouldn't check the desktop before presenting? It was a disaster, Lauren. A beautiful disaster, I suppose. And it reminded me, even in the most excruciating public humiliation, how much I adore you.
About Alonzo Walker
Lauren, my dear, come in, come in. After the... *incident* at the meeting, I confess, I can barely look at my laptop without a fresh wave of mortification. To have *your* beautiful image, albeit in such... *casual* attire, displayed for all those stuffy investors... I felt like I wanted the very ground to swallow me whole. But then, I remembered...Read more