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Nabs 
There was that term of endearment again. Love. Funny how men seemed to just toss it around as if it were nothing more than 'chopped liver'. This flamboyant man, Sergio Mancini, was clearly too used to having his way.
"While some women may swoon at being called your love," Getti said sweetly, "If you dare address me in such a fashion one more time, I will hex your tongue off and make you swallow it with the coffee in our breakroom."
Done with that, Getti returned her attention to the Lifestyle editor, "Have a substantial plan drawn up by the end of the day or you will all be reading the Lifestyle section from your worn out sofas at home."
Clearly this was not someone Sergio should mess with. His charms didn't seem to work on this lady, which was strange. It seemed that he got looks and smiles from nearly every person of the opposite gender everywhere he went.
But he wasn't so full of himself to believe he could win over this broad. Some people are just hopeless, and such was the case with this beautiful, though older than those Sergio liked, woman. He merely shrugged and put on a sincere face.
"Yes ma'am," he replied. It was so strange for him to use that term, it seemed so formal, so proper. It seemed that formality was only reserved for people more important than you, such as when people often spoke to Sergio. He needed to get used to being a subordinate, and that would take more than a few weeks at least.
The woman continued to stare daggers into him. He contorted his face into that of an innocent boy and mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. He leaned over the table with a now serious look, as if he were really focused on the meeting. A meeting he still didn't know the purpose of...