Kat sat in her chair, letting it swing back and forth as she talked to Paul.  She had her back to the door when her assistant walked in and set a laptop down hard enough to get her attention. Kat turned around and her eyes widened at the sight of the news article in front of her. 

She spoke quietly to Paul.  "Did you see the news today?" She wanted to know.  "Carlton James died last night at the hotel. Hold on one second."  

She moved her phone away from her mouth but didn't mute it so Paul would still hear her speak.  "Start calling the wives, and set up meal delivery.  Send a personal basket from me.  Paper towels, napkins, paper plates, plastic cutlery.  You know what I send." 

She pulled the phone back to her mouth. "So sorry about that.  I swear my job title should be crisis manager."  She chatted for a few minutes more and agreed to meet him for dinner. 

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Later that night

Kat swallowed nervously as she slid from her car handing the keys to the Valet.  She had no idea why she was so nervous.  She had spent last evening with him, and they both had a good time, but that was on her turf.  Tonight was different, tonight was just the two of them.  

She allowed herself to be escorted to the table where Paul was already waiting.  He stood to greet her and she managed a smile, hoping her hand didn't shake when she grasped his arm to lean in to kiss his cheek.