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Heather, Pamela and Fiona, Office Ladies Part 1 Heather carefully adjusted the beehive of red hair piled on top of her head. It gave her stylist fits, but she absolutely loved it. She was riding in a small metal box pulled by a whining motor and a thin metal cord. Sure, to most people it was “just” riding the elevator, but to Heather it was the most harrowing part of her day. She had initially kept to taking the stairs, but after one of her other coworkers, Fiona, had complained of having to sit next to a sweaty girl, well, one thing had led to another and now she rode the elevator every morning.
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Beside her was a blond woman with short hair, long bangs, and a large nose deeply involved in texting something on her phone. With the looks the young blond woman was giving her, Heather’s paranoia deep down inside her whispered the texts were about her. She ignored it and tried to start a conversation with the blonde.
“So, Pamela, I see we're we
RedI cannot believe it. Such angels have appeared in my life, despite how meek I was. The only thing that had me know it wasn't a dream was when I looked to my phone in the morning.
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At the top of the contacts list was Grace and Gwen. Were my eyes deceiving me?
I had a quick breakfast and while being driven to work, I called them. The exact beautiful voices I remember, and Gwen was first.
"Arthur? Well, look who's coming back around" I can tell she is just as pleased as I was that I called.
I then hear the phone get brought over to Grace. "Why hello, Arthur." It seemed Gwen's mother was glad I called, too.
"Mom, I had the phone first!"
"Don't worry, I'll put him on speaker."
Their small conflict over who is going to talk to me was enough to make me blush, a lot. "So, uh, you two work at the ice cream vendor's cart, right?"
"Nope. We actually own the cart. We'll be there at your lunch break on weekdays, think you'll come over?"
Meeting them again would be perfect. Gwen's teasing about my ob