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uncomfortable bastards they were.  Still. Home and a hot woman.  To hell with the rest for today.  She picked up the Caplin file, it was their biggest account of late, they made paint by trade.  They were being sued for damages totalling over ten million dollars.  It seemed some of their paints had had a very high lead content.  They knew they were going to end up having to pay out.  There had been some instances of poisoning and one possible death.  It was going to be her job to make sure Caplin had a company left to run when all this was over.  And she’d do it too.  Because she was a good lawyer.  And a ruthless bitch.
    On her way down the corridor she thought about what they were going to have to eat tonight, her date Kelsey Carmicheal had a seafood allergy if she remembered rightly.  She had been with her before and it seemed the right time to re-visit the experience.  The days of being mid-thirties were well behind Sarah now and it was nice to have the choice of who to see.  Knowing that you weren’t yet hung out to dry.
    And there she was.  Her curious new prize, under her desk.
    “Good night Karen” she called lightly.
    Bang!
    “Ow, er, Night Miss Steiger” she pulled her head up to watch her go, using her left hand to rub the back of her noggin where she’d just belted it a good one.  Sarah smiled, way cute, she’d thought.  
    Fuckin’ cables!, Karen had been thinking when she’d heard her name called.
    She waited till Sarah was out of ear shot then uttered “Mother fucker”, her head felt like someone had walloped it with a hammer.  It was her.  The bloody woman she had been obsessing over all day long.  Her PC had pinged her to tell her she had mail, she’d read the note.  She understood what this was all leading too.  She also wondered what Sarah was doing tonight on the strength of it.  Getting the cart before the horse.
    By the ‘Chain Standings’ latest information she knew she better get ready to eat shit and die, the receptionist, Carolyn, her of the vulpine smile, was next.  This was a little interlude she wasn’t going to enjoy very much.
    You thought that about Minnie till she got her hand down your pants.
    True.  Very true.
    Maybe beer would help it along.  How did it get arranged?  Did she just saunter over and say, ‘Hi there, I’m number such and such, you wanna get together and hump?’
    Crass.  Not her style.  Although judging by the receptionists leering today she might not have to be the one to go over and make the arrangements.  She’d just about eat Karen raw by all accounts.
    It was almost five.  Time to pack up for the day.
    “Hey Brit girl” She shuddered, “It’s only me” she turned to see Rochelle.
    “Had a mail from Miss Steiger?”
    “Yeah”
    Rochelle sat on her desk.
    “And what did it say?” she sung the question.
    “I’m in”
    Rochelle leapt off the table and began making two footed hops whilst clapping. Vaguely feeling nauseous she tried to focus her mind on the very important fact that everyone had to start from the bottom. 
    A means to an ends.  This is the most excitement some of these gals have had in years.  Believe it or not you have landed on your feet here.
    She straightened her face out.  Being mean always went hand in glove with being tired for her.
    “It’s been a mad few days”
    Rochelle took her arm and linked it through hers.
    “I know, I know. Come on. I’ll drop you home. Get some shut eye babe. I bet Minnie was a real pain in the ass.”
    Love your friends.
    “She was nice yeah. It was all very new but she made it easy.”
    Rochelle smiled approvingly.  That’s exactly the right way to behave.  Pillow talk is one thing but talking out of school is another.
    “Come on Brit girl”
    There was a glimmer of hope that ‘Carolyn the amazingly vulpine receptionist’ was gone, until she all but fell over herself to get back to her desk from around the corner where she must have been hiding.
    “Sign