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all week. 
    And she was wearing this outfit in early April.  In
Michigan.  Which is to say it wasn’t exactly warm outside - and her chest was screaming,
“brrrrrr”.
    I was considering whether those headlights were her actual
nipples or if she had purchased a counterfeit set from wherever one could
purchase such things, when she plastered a fake smile onto her heavily glossed
lips, looked me over from top to toe and said, “Good morning, Angie - looking
good!”
    I mentally rolled my eyes, and appraised her in a similar fashion
( sweet Jesus, was that glitter across her chest? ). “Good morning, Marla,”
I replied, pointedly not acknowledging or returning the insincere compliment. 
We both knew I looked like I was on my way to clean toilets and she looked like
she was on her way to fuck a rock band.
    Marla claimed to have married money.  Lots of money. And she
claimed this to anyone who would listen. Which made her working at such a
relatively menial job for the last ten years even more perplexing.
    She wasn’t a bad person and I didn’t totally dislike
her – we were just very different in our lifestyles. She was kind of like
champagne and oysters and I was more like beer and nachos.
    But, all that aside, she did her job and she did it well,
keeping her nose to the grindstone and mostly ignoring the office horn dogs who
sniffed around her cubicle, ogling her always visible breasts.
    “So what were you and Jack whispering about out there?”
    I gave her a confused look while filling my coffee cup and
wondering why she thought that might be any of her business. “We weren’t
whispering about anything.”
    “You looked thick as thieves to me, and I’m sure I heard the
word ‘confidential’.  Is something going on?”  She whispered this last part
while she leaned my way, acting as if we were BFF’s instead of two people who
barely tolerated each other for eight hours every day.
    Gritting my teeth, while pretending I wasn’t gritting my
teeth, I responded, “No, there’s nothing going on and, honestly, even if there
was, I couldn’t tell you. Because it’s confidential .” I stashed my lunch
in the refrigerator while she pouted, then left the room, tossing a cheerful “Have
a nice day,” in her direction.
    The rest of the morning passed quickly and I was making a pretty
good dent in my project, despite Frank’s endless hovering, when my desk phone
rang at about 11:45.  I picked it up without taking my eyes off of my
spreadsheet.
    “Angie Richards,” I said into the phone.
    A deep voice growled back at me. “Aren’t those damn
financial statements done yet?”
    Jack.
    “Stop!” I squealed.  “You’re stressing me out!”
    He laughed. “Hey, my friend, Luke, is in town and I’m
meeting him for lunch; I was wondering if you wanted to come along and finally meet
him.”
    Jack and Luke had been close friends since college and,
although I’d heard a lot about him over the years, I’d never met him.  Mostly
because he lived in Ohio and Jack usually only saw him when business took him
there.
    “Why?”  I asked suspiciously.  It wasn’t like Jack to play
matchmaker, but this had the feel of a set up.
    “No, no.  Nothing like that,” he assured me, as if reading my
mind.  “He’s going to be coming into the office next week doing some temporary
IT work and I thought it would be a good opportunity for you guys to get to
know each other. Can you make it?”
    “I don’t know, Jack.  You saw me this morning.  I’m not
exactly looking my best today.”
    “You looked cute,” he lied.
    “No, I did not.”  Brushing that aside, I continued,
“Besides, I really want to get the union reports out today after I finish these
damn financial statements.  Which, by the way, if I hear the words ‘financial
statements’ one more time today, I am going to sharpen up a pencil and jam it
in my ear drum.”
    He laughed again and asked, “You sure you don’t want to
come?”
    “I’m