From You Cant Dry Your Eyes On a Tissue of Lies. And the last bit for tonight, but it goes on. ~~*~~ “This is the mute button,” Lacy explained. “Now, how do you transfer a call?” Brittney, dressed in a professional-looking business suit and skirt, glanced down at her notes. “I press the button for the proper extension, tell the person whos calling, then just hang up.” “Very good.” The lobby at Broomfield Consultancy was busy at the moment, with several people waiting for meetings. They had all been announced, so Lacy was giving Brittney a quick course. Lacy filled in for Babette on several occasions, and had a natural aptitude for reception work, much to her own chagrin. If there was a more boring job in the world, she decided, she didnt have a clue what it was. While they were working on it, Dawn walked in, dressed smartly and grinning from ear-to-ear. She stopped in front of the counter and said, “Hello, Lacy. Beautiful morning, isnt it? Whos the new girl?” “Im Brittney,” the girl muttered, not looking up from her notes. Lacy gently kicked her, and Brittney pasted a plastic smile on her face. “Um, yeah. Sorry. Im Brittney. How may I help you?” “Oh, I work here,” Dawn said, extending her hand. “Im Dawn Chen.” Brittney took the proffered hand and shook, the same, plastic smile on her face. “Brittney Fredrickson. Nice to meet you, Ms. Chen.” Dawn smiled at the girl, then looked at Lacy. “Lace, can we talk? In private?” Lacy looked at her wristwatch. “I have a conference with Donnie and Quentin about Barbie in about twenty minutes. Will it take that long?” “Nah.” Dawn looked around, almost nervously, despite her smile. “But it is kind of important.” “Conference room?” Dawn nodded. “Conference room.” ~~*~~ Brittney was beginning to think maybe she was wrong, about a lot of things. She was actually enjoying receptionist work, and she had to admit everyone here seemed fairly nice. Especially Lacy. She was beginning to see the other woman was looking out for her interests. Last night convinced her of that. Lacy, she felt, had literally saved her life. Maybe it was time to grow up a little. Maybe even work things out with her step mom, Linda. Thats when the phone rang. Brittney went into her spiel. “Hello. Thank you for calling Broomfield Consultancy. How may I direct your call?” A young womans voice said, “Lemme speak with Gret – I mean, Lacy Cornwall, please. Her cell phones off.” “Im sorry, Ms. Cornwall is in a meeting.” Brittney grabbed a notepad. “May I take a message?” “Just tell her Frieda called.” Brittney froze. In a weak voice, she said, “Frieda?” “Yeah, Freaky Frieda. Shell know me.” “I … Ill let her know.” “Thanks, bye.” The young girl sat quietly for awhile, staring at her computer screen. Eventually, she realized someone was standing in front of her desk, softly clearing his throat. She glanced up to see the exterminator. He was looking at her expectantly. “Sorry, Miss. Unless you need something else, Im ready to leave.” Brittney stared blankly at him, then at her message pad, then back at the exterminator. “Yeah,” she said slowly. “Could you check the conference room again, before you go?” He smiled. “Yes, maam. Im sure I didnt miss anything. Did you see any pests there?” “Oh, theres a pest in there, alright.” She smirked at him. “A small. Blonde. Rat.”
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