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shirt. They walked together to the weekly department meeting.
    Their supervisor, Miss Davis, stood at the front of the room, pushed her round, black- rimmed glasses up her nose as she pursed her thin lips and counted heads arriving for the meeting. Eccentric but an amazing graphic artist, she resembled a pencil with a straight brown bob on top, wrapped in a short, red pleated skirt and black shirt, both salvaged from the seventies. 
    The warm   stale air of the windowless room and lack of sleep, caused Brianna to nod off. Carly jabbed her with an elbow. This was going to be a very long day. She sat up straight and tried to follow Miss Davis’ animated speech as she swooped back and forth across the room.
    “Mr. Sharp will be out of town this week but we still have work to do,” Miss Davis concluded and dismissed her underlings.
    A plan instantly formed in Brianna’s mind. She pulled Carly aside and whispered in her ear.
    “What? Are you out of your mind?” Carly stepped back and stared at her.
    “Shhh,” Brianna put her finger to her lips and looked around. Everyone else made their way to their cubicles and, other than a glance from a couple of girls, no one paid any attention to them.
    “Mr. Sharp is out of town, though it wouldn’t matter - you could set a watch by his coming and going. I wouldn’t be bothering anybody and it’d only be until payday. It’s perfect.”
    “It is not ‘perfect.’ It’s insane.” Carly retorted.
    “I’ll sleep on the sofa in the lounge. You can bring me food and clothes.”
    Carly grabbed Brianna by the shoulders, turning her and bending so they were nose to nose.
    “Bree, are you listening to me? This could get us both fired.”
    “No, it won’t. I won’t involve you.”
    “I’m already involved.”
    Brianna leaned her forehead on Carly’s. “You’re a great friend, Carly. I’ll go home with you tonight, pack a few things and tomorrow I’ll move in here.” She turned and practically skipped to her desk.
    Carly shook her head. Once Bree made up her mind there was no stopping her.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER Three
     
     
     
    John Sharp unlocked the doors to his ten-year old Chicago advertising agency, thinking the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. After a weeklong business trip to Phoenix, his flight home the day before sat on the runway for two and a half hours in the relentless Arizona heat. This morning his coffee maker malfunctioned and spewed brown gunk all over his kitchen and his routine morning workout at his condo’s gym didn’t happen because of a broken water pipe. When the elevator in his office building inexplicably stopped at the twenty-first floor and refused to go any further, he walked the remaining eight floors to his office after working out in the first floor gym. He was surprised to find his private office door locked. Slipping his key into the lock, he pushed open the door. Singing came from the adjoining bathroom.
    Great. I’m dripping in sweat and the cleaning crew is still here. I need a shower and a strong cup of coffee . John didn’t like it when things disrupted his schedule.
    He reached for the bathroom knob but paused when he heard the shower running and a female voice singing a bawdy Irish ditty. The cleaning crew isn’t Irish. He leaned against the opposite wall with arms folded across this chest, ankles crossed and waited.
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    Brianna rinsed the shampoo from her hair and turned off the shower. She stepped out of the tiled enclosure, grabbed a towel from the stack on the shelf and quickly dried. Wrapping the towel around herself, she reached for another and opened the door. Bending over to secure the second towel around her head, she stepped into the narrow hallway. She collided with something. Her body froze. Her heart fell somewhere around her knees. This could not be good. She opened