To: Heather Floyd
From: Raven Larson
Subject: What's Going On?
I just received an email from Hannah (the pesky HR lady who always wants to talk during the business meetings on Fridays with the icy blonde hair) about the incident that happened on Monday. Did Jeff say something? Did Landon? Do I need to prepare myself?
Raven Larson
P.S. My rent is increasing by $250!!!
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From: Heather Floyd
To: Raven Larson
Re: What's Going On?
Ma'am. It is almost noon on a Wednesday morning, and your day off. Why are you worrying about what's going on in the office? Landon hasn't said anything to me, or anyone else, about the incident on Monday because he, and everyone else, knows that it wasn't your fault. Jeff was clearly in the wrong and should get fired for what he did to you. I have half a mind to take him out right here and now, but you know we're planning for an Alaskan cruise this summer, so I can't afford to get fired. Honey, Hannah is just doing her job. She's head of HR. It's her job to take these incidents seriously. Didn't you have an appointment at the salon today? Go treat yourself.
Heather Floyd
P.S. It's because you live in an uber expensive studio apartment when you could live like normal people and rent a modest apartment 2-bedroom apartment like I do. YOU DON'T NEED GATED ACCESS SWEETIE.
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