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| "Now if you need anything, anything at all, you let me know, alright?" Johnny Wright looked at Savannah sternly, with a smile on his face. She stood up and reached to shake his hand, "Of course. And thank you so much Mr. Wright, you have no idea how much this means to me! I'll do my absolute best I promise you that!" He shook her hand and walked her to the door of his office. "I have no doubt about it. And enough of this Mr. Wright stuff, I want all of my employees to call me Johnny!" Savannah shook his hand again and turned to find her way back through the building. "And don't let those boys give you a hard time!" he shouted after her. She turned and gave a nervous smile. Johnny went back to his desk and sat down with a tired sigh. Melinda better be right about her quality of work, for as big of risk as he's taking with her. Not only is she fresh out of Art school, and quite inexperienced... she's also young, very attractive, and quite female. One single female might he add, with three young and attractive single men she'll be seeing everyday. "This is going to be one interesting tour," Johnny Wright thought to himself as he began finishing the paperwork he'd started earlier. Savannah hadn�t seen any of the guys since the day before, when she�d first met them, and wished to see just one familiar face right now. There�s got to be food around here somewhere, with all these rooms and people roaming about. She stopped and admired some of the lovely paintings and photographs placed randomly along the walls. She could grow to love this house in a heart beat. It�s like something out of a movie. �Why hello Miss� what was it again?� Savannah spun around quickly and almost jumped in fright. She calmed herself after realizing it was one of the boys in the group� which one she couldn�t remember. They all were the same to her. �Savannah,� she answered with a smile. Chris laughed and then took a bite out of an apple he held. Juice spit out of his mouth very ungentleman like as he talked. �That�s right! Like Savannah, Georgia. Hmm.� He smiled at her with an almost devilish grin. �What? What about it?� Savannah gave a puzzled look. �Oh nothing, just thinking about something. So you hungry Savannah? You�re eyeing my apple.� Savannah blushed and nodded. �I tried looking for something to eat, but this place is impossible! How the devil do you know where to go??� Chris laughed at her genuine confusion and grabbed her hand, �Girl, you gotta love that southern accent. You stick with me Miss Savannah, we be mighty good friends!� He imitated her way with words. |
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