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Corporate Manoeuvres&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I never should have accepted her invitation for drinks at her
hotel room. She was nice though. A little TOO nice for being our competition.
I was a sales rep for the Simply Fabulous Stocking company and she worked
for our worst competitor, High Fashion Nylons. both companies were at the
same convention vying for prime contracts from distributors and modeling
agencies. But she talked a good game and made it all sound like two girls
getting together to talk that I accepted. It was all hindsight now, under
the circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>