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Chapter 2
At that point Christina finally got to and got parked in the office car park. Christina got out, stormed over to the elevator and headed up to her .5rh floor office, going by Cat’s office to bitch about Sophie and her platinum blonde hair.
As she crashed through the door (knocking was not used as they used to be dorm mates) she noticed that Cat was on the phone, using ‘Sir’, which usually indicated that she was either talking to a boss or a client, so she quietly sat down on one of the leather seats by the desk to wait as Cat closed the conversation in whispered tones and put the phone down.
“I saw that bitch today!” blew off Christina referring to Sophie.
“I heard that she got a promotion.” gossiped Cat, in a whisper as if afraid that Sophie was just around the corner.
“No way!” screeched Christina, almost shaking with anger “Who did she screw for that!”
“Don’t be so judgemental.” Said Cat, shocked at the fact that she had just defended her enemy from law school and blown off her best friend “Maybe she’s just good, or her father’s just pulled a few strings and made the bosses a bit uncomfortable” finished Cat plausibly.
“I still prefer my theory, but yours is more plausible.” Stated Christina as she cooled off.
“Yeh, but yours was more fun!” replied Cat jovially.
“So, I’ll see you at the club tonight?” asked Christina cautiously.
“Probably not.” Replied Cat lethargically, and with that and an incoming phone call, Christina left quietly and retreated into the safety of her own office.
As she slumped into the soft leather seat she sighed. If her tremendous workload didn’t slow down, it would cripple her mentally, and as she set to work she mumbled “No rest for the wicked.” absentmindedly.
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