This is how Mondays (and every other day for that matter) are around here.  My assistant telling me the latest developments from the weekend and what's going on with my staff.  I usually can handle everything she throws at me but not right now.  My head is pounding; partially from the Smirnoff Pomegranate and partially from my loud ass neighbors and their late night trysts.  I walk into my office, throw my briefcase and new Dolce' bag down on the oak colored leather sofa and take a seat.  Quietly, Angel walks in with two pain relievers and I thank the heavens for her and the medicine.  With a smile of gratitude, I pop the tablets and down at least half of the water.  Taking a deep breath to center myself, I set about checking my email.  It takes about an hour to check and resend emails, just in time for my first conference call. 

There's a new building being constructed downtown and I've been tapped to help design it.  It's a great honor but a lot of hard work and long hours.  I want to make sure I give it my all and I can't wait to start.  I finish up everything with the managing partners and disconnect the call. 

"Miranda, a Miss Bomar is on line 1."

"Thanks Angel."  I pick up the receiver and say...

"Thank you for holding, Miranda James speaking."

"Good morning Miss James, my name is Rachel Bomar, Justin Timberlake's assistant.  He'd like to speak to you about possibly designing a few of his properties."  Justin Timberlake?  Interesting....

"Sure, we can set up a time to meet and go over some design aspects.  How soon would he like to have this done?"

"I'll get him to answer that.  Would you mind holding a minute, he's trying to pry the phone from my hands."  With a slight laugh, she shakes her head.  After a minute or two of rustling, she hears quiet possibly the sexiest voice she's heard in a long while.

"Hello Ms. James, I'm Justin.  Thank you for taking the time to talk to me."

"No problem Mr. Timberlake.  How soon are you trying to have this done?" 

"As soon as humanly possible.  I just went through a breakup and I'm not ashamed to admit that I need the reminders of her removed from my home immediately.  Would you have the time to help me?"  Hearing the way he says help sends shivers down my spine.  Goodness, his voice does something to me. 

"I do have some other clients to finish up with but I can start the process with you as soon as you'd like.  Have you seen my work?"

"Actually I have.  My assistant was looking up designers a couple days ago and I saw your site.  Very impressive work.  I love what you did with The Ritz in Marina del Ray.  Totally livened up that place.  Not to mention your work for your private clients.  Your concepts are fresh, modern and innovative.  I need that kind of energy in my place."

"Wow, thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it.  I have a few meetings to go to in a little bit but I'm free this afternoon.  Would you like to meet then?"

"That works for me.  How about two o'clock?"

"That's fine.  Let me patch you over to my assistant and she'll set the appointment.  Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Timberlake, I won't let you down."

"Trust me, I already know.  See you @ 2pm sharp."

"I look forward to meeting you."

I dial Angel's extension and put the receiver into it's holder.  This should make for an interesting day.....

1:45pm

I get through my meetings with my staff, two clients and my vendors before grabbing a sandwich from the cafe' downstairs and high tail it back to my office. With every passing hour, my anxiety grows.  I don't know why though.  Sure, Justin Timberlake is on the hearts and minds of millions of girls all over the world, but he's never really tickled my fancy.  Yeah he's cute but so are so many guys out here in L.A.  Attractive men are a dime a dozen here so it's like you've seen one you've seen them all you know?  But, I think it's the fact that Justin has star power that I haven't tapped into yet.  Most of my clients are rich, successful professional types but I don't delve too much into the entertainment realm.  This can open up all new opportunities for my business and that has my stomach in knots.  I really need this to go well. 

"Miranda, Mr. Timberlake is here to see you."

"Thanks Angel, send him in."

He walks in my office with the biggest smile on his face and my heartbeat slows.  I know him.  As reality of the night before hits me, I put my hand over my mouth and blush in embarrassment.  I can't believe he didn't say anything over the phone.

"Well color me surprised, you do know me."  He smiles that beautiful smile that meets right under his eyes and I can't help but smile with him.  Memories of him dancing so close to me take over my senses and I take a heavy seat on the sofa. With him smelling the way he does and looking at me like he wants to have his way with me on my desk, this is going to be one long ass meeting.  Pray for me...I'm going to need it.

"Mr. Timberlake, I'm sort of embarrassed that I didn't recognize you last night.  I'm truly sorry.  I'm very aware of who you are."  And how he moves, I thought to myself.

"No problem Ms. James, but why are we being so formal when we were anything but last night?"

"Okay Justin, I say getting up from the couch and sitting behind my large desk. "Were you planning to come see me before we met last night?"

"Yes, actually I was.  My assistant ran across your website a couple days ago and I was very impressed to say the least.   Your eye for design is exactly what I need to bring new life into my space.  It wasn't until I saw your card that I put two and two together.  You're the first person in a long time to not recognize me or want anything from me.  Well, not yet at least."  He says rather confidently which turns me on for some reason.  What can I say, I love confident men.

"Now that all of that's out of the way, we can get down to business."

Two hours later...

"Thank you for trusting me in the overall design of your space Justin, I think we have a good foundation to start with.  I would like to take you to a couple showrooms to show you some furniture pieces I have in mind for you.  Just let Angel know what day you have available next week and I'll make sure my schedule's clear so all of my attention is focused on you."  I look up at him with a smile after entering his ideas into my computer.  

"I'm going out of town for at least two, three weeks on business.  Do you have any time this week?  I fly out on Friday."  He looks at me with that small smirk like it's supposed to do something to me.  It's not working...yet.

"Justin my schedule's completely full this week."  Opening my planner, I see the only day I have available is tomorrow after 4pm.  

"The only time I have is tomorrow afternoon around 4pm.  Does that work for you?"

"Yes, I haven't booked anything for this week in order to prepare for the next month or so.  Tomorrow it is.  Maybe we can grab a bite to eat afterward?"  

"Sure, I'm actually going out for a bite after we're done here.  All I had time for was a bite of my sandwich with all the other stuff I'm doing.  The work of a CEO is never done I'm afraid."

"I know the feeling.  Even when I'm not supposed to be working, it always seems to find me.  It's a sad day when you have to schedule time to relax."

"Miss James, my assistant interrupts, Ms X is on line 2.  Says it's urgent."

"Tell her I'm in with a client.  I'll call her as soon as I can."  I finish and apologize to Justin for interrupting our conversation when Angel beeps back in.

"She says it's really urgent.  Line 2."  I apologize again for being rude and Justin nods in response. 

"Miranda James, how can I help you?"

"Did you get a chance to close out that Bailey account yet?  I want to give you your next assignment."

"Not really, there were some complications.  I'll have to try again at another time." I answer, smiling at Justin.  I know he understands, but I feel so rude having a phone conversation in front of him or any client.

"Miranda, that is not the answer I was expecting.  I need this taken care of immediately, which is probably why I should have handled it myself."

"Since when did you handle your own business?  Remember, this is a collaborative effort.  I have as much riding on this as you do.  It'll be fine."

"If you don't get rid of our little problem, he'll start to get suspicious and we'll have real trouble.  I need you to end this, tonight."

"It'll happen, tonight.  Don't worry.  I'll call you later; I need to finish up with my client."  And with that, she hangs up the phone.  Without a goodbye at that.  The word bitch doesn't even describe what she is to me.  I hang up the receiver and look up at just who's sitting there with an amused expression on his face.  

"I apologize again Justin.  I don't like to take calls during business meetings but she's rather persistent when she wants something done."

"I know how it is.  My best friend is the same way.  It's like everything's a life or death situation." He says chuckling.  If he only knew the half.  "Well I have to get going.  Thank you so much for meeting with me so quickly.  I really appreciate it." Justin says extending his hand to me.  I shake it and a ripple flows through my body.  The energy between us is so intense that neither one of us wants to release the hold we have on each other's hands.  Reluctantly, I pull my hand back first.  

"I'll see you tomorrow at 4pm sharp."  

"See you there."  He picks up the information I'd given him during our meeting and leaves the office.  On my desk, I see that he's left his business card with all of his contact information.  I'll definitely be keeping in touch.

9:38pm

I enter the beachfront home of Mr. Albert Bailey and smile.  Ever the gentleman, he's laid out rose petals and candles all over the place.  Too bad we won't be getting into any of that tonight.  I've come to complete a task and I will not go without finishing.  Not this time.

"Lorena, is that you?"  He says calling me one of my many aliases.  I round the corner and head up the stairs.  

"Yes Albie, it's me.  I hope your ready for me this time."  I announce sexily.  Entering the large bedroom overlooking the Pacific, I look at Mr. Bailey whose currently stretched across the bed in nothing but socks, gloves and a blindfold.  I remove my trench coat to reveal a leather bustier and fishnet stockings.  He smiles before putting the blindfold on himself and sitting up.  This is going to be easier than I thought.  

I climb into the middle of the bed and kiss him softly.  He purrs in my ear as I continue my assault on his earlobe and down to his neck.  He smells of Brut mixed with Polident and it's all I can do not to vomit all over the place.  He guides his hands into my hair and pull gently as he tries to kiss me back.  I dodge his tongue and move his hands from my hair to my backside.  He loves my ass for some reason.  He moans as he grips and I take this as my opportunity.  

I reach into my bustier and pull out the vile of white powder.  Placing a dab between my fingers I rub it across his nasal passage and he takes a deep breath, breathing it all in.  I then grab his face and kiss him hard.  He squeals into my mouth before I shove him back and places his dick inside me.  I give him two good pumps before he's clutching for his heart.  

"Oh my...I think I'm having a heart attack!"

"That's not a heart attack baby, that's the magic of our lovemaking."  I yell out. Corny as hell I know but I needed something and that's what came out.  After about three more pumps, he's dead.  I hurriedly remove myself from him and run into the bathroom to clean myself up a bit.  I'd usually take a shower after this but he's dead and that would be cruel right.  I quickly clean up and change clothes.  I walk over to the bed, remove all evidence of our night and place the gloves and blindfold into my overnight bag.  I take a wet towelette and throughly wipe any remaining residue that might linger in his nostrils and place that into my bag as well.  I put the covers on top of him then go about cleaning up all the candles and rose petals he had all over the place.  About an hour later, the place is spotless and I'm impressed.  This didn't take me as long as I thought it would.  I pull out my phone and walk out onto the balcony.  After three rings, she answered.

"I trust that you've taken care of our little problem?"  She asks sounding as if she's been drinking.

"Yes, everything's taken care of.  I'll see you in the morning."  I say.  

Without waiting for a response, I hang up my phone, turning it off.  The numbness washes over me before I get a chance to feel sad.  After you've killed 8 or now 9 men, you get used to it.