Fill: Challenge #30
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tenminutesadayThis one, I have even less idea where it came from, but it's probably not the reunion you were expecting.
As she always did when the door opened, Donna stuffed her sudoku book onto the shelf below the desk. The high wall of the receptionist pod kept clients and visitors from seeing how she normally spent her work hours. “Welcome to Watterton Solicitors,” she droned. “How can I help you?”
The woman in the crisp dark business dress juggled a clipboard as she tried to dig her identification out of her handbag. “Penny Carter, science correspondent for The Observer. I’ve got an appointment with Ms Joanna Anderson about -” She gasped as she looked up, and her card fell from her hand. “You!”
“About me?” Donna echoed. “What about me?”
“You’re the one, that woman, that mad woman with that man!” she shrieked, and Donna jumped to her feet to make sure the waiting room was empty.
“What are you talking about? What man?”
Penny knelt to snatch her card from the floor and stuff it in her pocket. She sprung up and leant in to hiss, “At Adipose Industries!” When Donna stared at her blankly, she rolled her eyes. “Playing dumb, are you? Well, I’ve got you now. I know where you work. Well, if you don’t hang out of the windows or blow the place up or something. But I know better. I’m not staying here another minute!” She spun on her heel and marched out.
Donna stared at the suite door for a half-minute, wondering where all these weirdos who seemed to know her came from. It seemed to happen once a month or so, and she’d made no progress in figuring out who, how, or why. Shrugging, she sat back down, pulled out her puzzle book again, and forgot that anything had happened.
As she always did when the door opened, Donna stuffed her sudoku book onto the shelf below the desk. The high wall of the receptionist pod kept clients and visitors from seeing how she normally spent her work hours. “Welcome to Watterton Solicitors,” she droned. “How can I help you?”
The woman in the crisp dark business dress juggled a clipboard as she tried to dig her identification out of her handbag. “Penny Carter, science correspondent for The Observer. I’ve got an appointment with Ms Joanna Anderson about -” She gasped as she looked up, and her card fell from her hand. “You!”
“About me?” Donna echoed. “What about me?”
“You’re the one, that woman, that mad woman with that man!” she shrieked, and Donna jumped to her feet to make sure the waiting room was empty.
“What are you talking about? What man?”
Penny knelt to snatch her card from the floor and stuff it in her pocket. She sprung up and leant in to hiss, “At Adipose Industries!” When Donna stared at her blankly, she rolled her eyes. “Playing dumb, are you? Well, I’ve got you now. I know where you work. Well, if you don’t hang out of the windows or blow the place up or something. But I know better. I’m not staying here another minute!” She spun on her heel and marched out.
Donna stared at the suite door for a half-minute, wondering where all these weirdos who seemed to know her came from. It seemed to happen once a month or so, and she’d made no progress in figuring out who, how, or why. Shrugging, she sat back down, pulled out her puzzle book again, and forgot that anything had happened.
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Date: 2022-03-22 12:57 pm (UTC)