Tyler didn't remember everyone he had ever had sex with. He hardly remembered half, and of those he probably wouldn't get both a first and last name. He definitely didn't have phone numbers. When he was told on his way back into the office on a very easy going Wednesday, he was told that there was a young lady in there for him. Wouldn't have been the first time that was code for him getting laid at work. He gave his receptionist a grin, since the woman was old enough to be his mother and acted more like a mother than a secretary. Might have been one of the only women on the planet he respected.
When he walked in and saw her though, he remembered. Not all of it, and definitely not a lot, but enough. He knew who she was, he remembered her name, and he knew it had been a while. He had a small smirk on his lips, wondering if she remembered him as he walked around to his side of the desk. "Why do I have a strange feeling you're not here to report some Wall Street fraud?"
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Date: 2012-05-10 05:07 am (UTC)When he walked in and saw her though, he remembered. Not all of it, and definitely not a lot, but enough. He knew who she was, he remembered her name, and he knew it had been a while. He had a small smirk on his lips, wondering if she remembered him as he walked around to his side of the desk. "Why do I have a strange feeling you're not here to report some Wall Street fraud?"