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This morning I go to the 42nd floor to get my stuff.

Matt hasn't arrived yet and Gabriel isn't in his office.

A few colleagues lift their eyes up at me as I casually get my stuff together.

I feel really strange like I'm leaving a little part of me here.

Well... It's not as if I was moving towns. I'm just changing floors and it's still the same boss!

                           
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Carrying my boxes, I step into the elevator.

As the doors close, I sigh. Goodbye to the little newcomer, welcome to Tayla, Mr. Carter's assistant.

                          

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As I step into the entrance hall, I take a glance at the secretary. Wow, it's yet another one!

Does Carter collect them or what? Does he have one for each day of the week?

I give her the benefit of doubt and say hello with a smile, to which she politely replies.

                         



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As I push the door open with my foot, I almost drop everything on the floor.

Cassidy!

She looks at me patronisingly as I struggle to close the door, without dropping all my stuff.

(You could help instead of just stand there ! Oh but of course... you might break one of your witch like nails!)

T:"Miss Sparke! Hello!"

Cassidy:"I have your contract... modified."

She utters the last word with a hint of irony.

(The contract! I'd forgotten all about it!!)

I put my boxes down on my desk and quickly tidy my shirt up.

T:"Oh thank you."

She hands me the papers, looking disgusted.

As I go to take the documents, she doesn't let go immediately.

Cassidy:"Managing to lower your salary, I think that's a first!"

She says this sniggering.

I gaze at her not losing countenance.

T:"And I'm sure you enjoyed making the modification."

I take a pen and sign the contract in front of her disdainful look.

Cassidy:"I don't know what you did to get this post but I'll find out sooner or later."

T:"Is that a threat?"

She just looks at me sideways, snatches the documents and walks out.

(Cassidy Sparke, I hate you!)







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