Dirty Tricks: a Kate Lawrence Mystery
“She was oblivious now to the riot of color she had been thoroughly enjoying up until an hour ago while chatting with May over lunch. She glanced at her wristwatch, which read 2:15.
Would the woman never leave?
Cautiously, she crept to the front window of her office and peeked through the vertical blinds, which she’d yanked shut as soon as she’d reached her sanctuary. No, there sat May at the corner of the sales desk, tapping away at the keys of her laptop. Doubtless she was sending impersonal e-mails of rejection to other hopefuls whose dreams she so routinely and ruthlessly dashed. What kind of person could do that with complete equanimity day after day? She probably enjoyed it, Isabelle concluded.
Abandoning the window, she paced restlessly back and forth across the small room, hugging herself to keep from shrieking. Of all the things to happen. What were the odds? How could it be that the principal of a small publishing company ostensibly based in Atlanta, Georgia, was in fact doin...g business in Wethersfield, Connecticut?MoreLess
Would the woman never leave?
Cautiously, she crept to the front window of her office and peeked through the vertical blinds, which she’d yanked shut as soon as she’d reached her sanctuary. No, there sat May at the corner of the sales desk, tapping away at the keys of her laptop. Doubtless she was sending impersonal e-mails of rejection to other hopefuls whose dreams she so routinely and ruthlessly dashed. What kind of person could do that with complete equanimity day after day? She probably enjoyed it, Isabelle concluded.
Abandoning the window, she paced restlessly back and forth across the small room, hugging herself to keep from shrieking. Of all the things to happen. What were the odds? How could it be that the principal of a small publishing company ostensibly based in Atlanta, Georgia, was in fact doin...g business in Wethersfield, Connecticut?MoreLess
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