Chapter 14- What an *ss

Hours ticked by, hoovering up the minutes and sucking them into an entire sun-deprived day. Elvie spent them researching the many disturbing ways she could freeze, melt, and scrub cellulite to death. Hell, it was nothing like the numbers she used to solve in her university days. She was an accountant for a reason, yet here she was, searching for mind-shattering women’s problems about wrinkles and skin care products she didn't even know existed in this world.

When the clock hit two, the elevator dinged chirpily. But that was the only chipper thing about the occasion. Time stopped. So did the clicking of keyboards and the radio stations blasting over the floor, along with the general chitchat. By the way the air hung and dangled like a sword above my neck, she guessed that the cigar-smelly SVP had arrived.

Gerald pushed off his desk and motioned for Almera and Elvie to get out of their cubicles as she wiped the cold sweat from her palms over her dress.

She just hoped no one recognised h