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[4.1] Makayla- The Offer
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I stared at the shiny silver surfaces of the elevator doors, glancing down at the buttons to see how many floors it would take before I could reach the office. The doors dinged and slid open revealing the cubicle offices that lined the office.
I took a deep breath in, sighing. Just how I like it. The smell of gossip and sweat, yep there was something brewing. Walking past the cubicles, nodding to my fellow co-workers I turned around sharply at the sound of my name.
“Mckayla! Hey! Over Here!” Ted called, sliding out of his cubicle, his hair a ruffled mess, a football in one hand. My eyebrows furrowed, walking towards him, “weren’t you over there?” I asked, pointing to the elevator doors, leaning against the table.
He grinned, “Ha. Ha, I get it, “ he chuckled, placing the football on the desk, “because I’m not a full time member of the close up, so technically I don’t belong here?“ he asked
“Exactly…so...” I trailed off, glancing at the magazine with the
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