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I looked around the space, wondering where the young man was if he'd already been telling her. She pointed over her shoulder.
"He's back there making copies. Apparently, all the people that he emailed to set up times with you also sent over information. They were just as excited." She paused. "But don't tell him I told you that. I think he would want to say it himself."
I bit back a grin. "You're right. I'm sure he would."
Just then Moseley came around the corner, hands filled with a stack of papers. "Grizzly!" he greeted excitedly.
"Hey, Moseley. What you got there?"
He waved them around, then tipped his head towards my office. "We should probably go in there. That way you can put your stuff down. I want to show you what came in."
I appreciated him for noticing. My bag wasn’t too heavy or anything like that. It’s more about how I always thought betterwhen I could sit and relax. Also, I still felt like things were off-balance, even though my vision and mood had improved.
Once we sat, me behind the desk and him in the chair across from me, he slid the papers over. I glanced through them quickly, happy to see that the potential partners I'd been considering bringing on were forthcoming.
"They sent this all to you without a fight?" I asked when he didn't say anything else.
Moseley leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he steepled his fingers under his chin. "They did, and from the conversations I had with them, it looks as if all four would be willing to jump at the chance to work with you."
"Really," I said. "That seems strange."
"Why? Because people like you?" he questioned.
“Well, no, not that.”
That was a lie. I'd spent so much of my life with my family not liking me and putting me down that it still surprised me when people found me interesting or wanted to spend time with me. It was part of the reason I kept the Little side of my life so hidden. There was also the fact that my size often had people thinking I would be the Daddy when I showed up in kink spaces.
The only decision-making I liked doing was when it came down to what to add to my playroom. Even decisions in the office were me playing dress-up. I would put on my pretend Big Boy hat for the day and get all of my work done. The minute I got home in the evening, I was back to being me.Little Grizzly.
I listened to Moseley explain how the different exchanges and emails went. He seemed happy with all of them, not just Auden,the one he had been infatuated with. That gave me hope. I didn't want to hire based on his preference alone. I absolutely would if Auden was the best fit, but they would have to prove it.
I glanced at my watch, noting the time. I had about three hours until my meeting with Paxton. As if he could tell what I was thinking, Moseley leaned forward even more, putting his chin on the edge of the desk.
If I were a braver person, I would ask him if he was a Little too. Sometimes he just got so darn excited that I had to believe there was more going on. Or maybe it was hopeful wishing. Me seeing things that weren't there.
"You have your meeting with Paxton soon, right?"
"I do," I replied.
I didn't know what else to say besides confirming what he asked. The meeting would either go well or it wouldn't. Same with the potential agent I'd bring on to help me with my workload. Thinking about it too much ahead of time would only cause me to have anxiety.
And I worked really hard, while in my Big Boy mode, to not get anxious.
Even giving it my best shot, it didn’t always work.
For instance, when my friend Lansing Tollide was hurt, I kept to my big mind when I went to speak with him. Meanwhile, my Little heart was aching. He’d gotten better since then, thankfully. But it was a scary time.
Sometimes my two worlds meshed like that, and it was hard.
"Are you nervous about it?" Moseley asked. "Because there's no reason to be. Since he reached out first, you're going in with the upper hand."
I shook my head as I smiled. "I don't want the upper hand, Moseley. I would much rather be on even ground. Honestly, I feel like I'm stepping into something that I'm completely unprepared for."
He made a tutting noise, clicking his tongue as he sat up straight. "You are not going to be overwhelmed, and there's nothing you could have planned for. All you have to do is be yourself. That charming sports agent everyone loves. The minute he meets you, he's probably going to plead his case for you to work with him. It's not like you're trying to convince him. That's what I meant by upper hand."
"Well, either way, it's going to be what it's going to be. I have other stuff I need to get done before then." I dropped the hint, hoping he would understand that I needed time alone.
"And how are your eyes holding up?" he asked as he slowly stood.
