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drumbeats for the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.
    He loudly cleared his throat, as if that would tempt her, reel her in.
    Persistent fucker aren’t you, Martin? If you used half this effort to do a good job, you’d be a force to reckon with…
    Instead, she stuck it to him by reaching over her keyboard and paperwork to pick up her work phone and dial a vendor. His fate would be sealed.
    “Hi Fran! This is Milan Parker from Collins Accounting Services…yes, I did receive your email, thank you so much!” She added extra cheer in her voice, causing the man to turn and storm off. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him hightail it in the reflection of her computer.
    She shoots…she scores!
    She curled her lips in a smug smile as she continued on with her conversation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her good work buddy, Bryant. He was silently laughing as he impishly eyed her; he was up to no damn good, with his mouth agape, his dark brown eyes tight with mischievous merriment, yet he dared not utter a word in the sterile environment. They simply winked at one another, acknowledging that the joke was on Martin. Soon, a new email notification popped up on her computer screen.
    New Message from Bryant McKenzie.
    She dared herself to click on it while still on the phone with the client. Bryant was a notorious office clown, her best pal in the whole place. He’d kept her semi-sane over the past few weeks, her right arm in time of need. Nevertheless, he had a sarcastic wit about him, and it usually led her down paths of extreme laughter, at times inappropriately. She chanced it, needing the reprieve.
    I saw your buddy shadowing you… You know you want that sexy hunk of man meat. He kept popping up like a damn rabbit. He is like Easter, keeps rising up! He thinks he is the resurrection!
    She spun around in the man’s direction and placed her hand over her quivering lips, stifling the pending showing of amusement, but Bryant’s back was towards her as his long fingers flew across his keyboard. Her email chimed once again. She clicked on it, and read.
    He needs to sit his trapezoid shaped ass down somewhere. I bet he had a woodie for you, all of three inches on hard. He was standing so damn close, it is amazing he didn’t impregnate the back of your head. When is the baby shower?
    Dying with laughter, she shot Bryant another glance and found him looking at her. Making a face as if she were about to vomit, she caused him to burst out into full-fledged hysterics. Composing himself, he quickly gathered his bottle of water, cupped his hand over his mouth and turned back to his work.
    “Uh, yes, I completely agree, Fran. I will send over the files before the end of today.”
    Milan had no idea how she’d kept the two conversations going at once, but she managed, and it was a welcomed relief. She also realized she’d won this battle, but the terror on two legs would be back, to harass her every hour on the hour. If anyone, ever, in the history of America, despised their direct manager, it surely was Milan. Since the chump had been promoted, no one could bring him back down to this lowly place called Earth. The fucker had sprouted homegrown angel wings and flew the fuck away, his ego larger than life, and his smart-ass mouth, too. As her friend Bryant would say, ‘You could no longer tell Martin, shit… ’ And that summed it up perfectly.
    To make matters even worse, she was reporting directly to the halo-bopping tyrant. She couldn’t believe her miserable luck. He was the man that everyone in the office loved to hate. Her life had gone from challenging to almost unbearable, thanks to him. At that moment, she wished she were a sorcerer. She’d make that asshole vanish quicker than a bursting potato sack filled to the drawstrings with money, left smack-dab in the middle of Time Square.
    I need a damn vacation. I wish someone would come and steal my ass away from here… Better yet, I wish Martin would just vanish into thin