A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...

His breakfast and coffee finished, George carefully washed out the mug.
“You think Shelly is more important than I am. Tell me who she is!”
Rachelle’s voice echoed in his head and George turned off the water, dried his
hands, and gathered his things for work.
* * *
“Good morning George!”
George took his white lab coat from his work locker and slowly forced each of his
arms through the arm holds. He glanced at Hannah but did not return her greeting.
Hannah smiled at him anyway. She was always smiling. “It’s Monday morning
and we have the whole week ahead of us. Doesn’t that make you excited?”
“No,” George slammed his locker shut.
“Well, I have a new group coming in to do some prototype tests today, so I’ve got
enough excitement for the both of us,” Hannah chimed.
George groaned and scratched at the coarse hairs of his chin. “Yeah, you do that.”
People like Hannah made him want to start smoking again. He tried to maneuver around
her, but Hannah placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Rachelle’s lawyer has been calling here for you almost everyday. She left her
number and said that you really need to get in touch with her by next week.”
As she waited for a response of some sort, George didn’t miss the twitch of the
woman’s lip, and knew she would just love to dig up some sort of scandal so she could
spread it around to the other staff members. “Ok, thanks for the message.”
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