joint account, but as soon as Georgina entered the picture, she’d done a back-of-the envelope calculation, extracting every single penny of hers from the joint account.
Derek the lazy sod, of course hadn’t done anything – he never really did – and the money was fair game. Interestingly, Derek seemed to keep contributing into the joint account. Sucker. Her fingers clicked on the purchase button. Ciao Derek’s money and ciao cellulite.
She clicked her mouse, buying a few random items. She was buying equipment, just in case anyone from the office started to take notice of what she was purchasing. Thinning thighs was not really a topic for office banter. Especially not chit chat on the shape of her thighs.
The internet was full of useful information, methods of how to tone and tighten. Her mouse hovered over the description of a new leg slimming device, Leg Magic. She liked the sound of that. Leg Magic.
Jessica was the next to arrive in the office, at eight forty-five, and she practically accosted Sophie, asking her technical questions about an assignment for her degree. Finally the student in Jessica was satisfied, and she turned toward her desk, back to her normal group secretary routine. Jessica began making personal phone calls and babbling like she usually did, and this would continue until Bradley showed up. Even over the sound of the whirring printer, Sophie could hear Jessica chatting idly. “Francine you’ll never guess what she wore to the wedding….” Jessica was anything but discrete, her voice loud and clear.
Flora arrived, but disappeared instantly to the photocopier. At some point Desmond and Kelly arrived and immediately vanished – nowhere to be seen, working almost like a pair of enigmas or apparitions.
A flicker of red caught Sophie’s attention. She looked up from her screen. A mailman at Jessica’s desk, stacking packages like Santa Claus would under a tree, if he existed, and Sophie had strong suspicions. Did her sister really buy her niece and nephew all those presents each year? If they did they should be ashamed of themselves.
Jessica sighed for the special deliveries and team post. The girl flicked through the parcels, shaking envelopes and parcels for utter amusement. Jessica swept her gaze over Sophie, in slow motion, shaking a large, rectangular-shaped box.
“Francine, would you mind holding for a moment?” Jessica put one hand over the phone mouthpiece, and stood up from her desk. “Sophie, you’ve got another personal delivery.” The emphasis was on the word ‘another,’ it was to be expected, she supposed from all the online shopping she’d been doing.
Jessica shot a sharp look in Sophie’s direction as she jiggled the box. She wished she wasn’t standing looking so accusatory. She’d have to suck it up, and she strode over to Jessica who rested one hand on the parcel.
Sophie scrutinized the package looking for clues, excitement mounting, what would she get, which thigh-thinning device had arrived first?
The postmark, United Kingdom, that didn’t give her anything. The package was addressed with blue handwriting, unfamiliar handwriting. Yet a handwritten label rather than a printed label gave Sophie another clue. The package probably wasn’t from a large retailer. This was probably the exercise ball, once blown up she could sit on it, replace her work chair and apparently it would work her core muscles. Brilliant.
She reached out to test the weight of the package, but Jessica slapped her hand like a mother scolding a child, and Sophie reared back.
“Ouch.” She retracted her hand, examining the red mark Jessica inflicted.
“What did you buy?” Jessica shot an accusing glace. “I think I’ve had enough of this phase you’re going through. I know Derek’s a bastard but you can’t continue like this. This spending is spiralling out of control.”
“It’s not.”
“Tell me more about how you are going to use the lacrosse stick that’s still
Derek the lazy sod, of course hadn’t done anything – he never really did – and the money was fair game. Interestingly, Derek seemed to keep contributing into the joint account. Sucker. Her fingers clicked on the purchase button. Ciao Derek’s money and ciao cellulite.
She clicked her mouse, buying a few random items. She was buying equipment, just in case anyone from the office started to take notice of what she was purchasing. Thinning thighs was not really a topic for office banter. Especially not chit chat on the shape of her thighs.
The internet was full of useful information, methods of how to tone and tighten. Her mouse hovered over the description of a new leg slimming device, Leg Magic. She liked the sound of that. Leg Magic.
Jessica was the next to arrive in the office, at eight forty-five, and she practically accosted Sophie, asking her technical questions about an assignment for her degree. Finally the student in Jessica was satisfied, and she turned toward her desk, back to her normal group secretary routine. Jessica began making personal phone calls and babbling like she usually did, and this would continue until Bradley showed up. Even over the sound of the whirring printer, Sophie could hear Jessica chatting idly. “Francine you’ll never guess what she wore to the wedding….” Jessica was anything but discrete, her voice loud and clear.
Flora arrived, but disappeared instantly to the photocopier. At some point Desmond and Kelly arrived and immediately vanished – nowhere to be seen, working almost like a pair of enigmas or apparitions.
A flicker of red caught Sophie’s attention. She looked up from her screen. A mailman at Jessica’s desk, stacking packages like Santa Claus would under a tree, if he existed, and Sophie had strong suspicions. Did her sister really buy her niece and nephew all those presents each year? If they did they should be ashamed of themselves.
Jessica sighed for the special deliveries and team post. The girl flicked through the parcels, shaking envelopes and parcels for utter amusement. Jessica swept her gaze over Sophie, in slow motion, shaking a large, rectangular-shaped box.
“Francine, would you mind holding for a moment?” Jessica put one hand over the phone mouthpiece, and stood up from her desk. “Sophie, you’ve got another personal delivery.” The emphasis was on the word ‘another,’ it was to be expected, she supposed from all the online shopping she’d been doing.
Jessica shot a sharp look in Sophie’s direction as she jiggled the box. She wished she wasn’t standing looking so accusatory. She’d have to suck it up, and she strode over to Jessica who rested one hand on the parcel.
Sophie scrutinized the package looking for clues, excitement mounting, what would she get, which thigh-thinning device had arrived first?
The postmark, United Kingdom, that didn’t give her anything. The package was addressed with blue handwriting, unfamiliar handwriting. Yet a handwritten label rather than a printed label gave Sophie another clue. The package probably wasn’t from a large retailer. This was probably the exercise ball, once blown up she could sit on it, replace her work chair and apparently it would work her core muscles. Brilliant.
She reached out to test the weight of the package, but Jessica slapped her hand like a mother scolding a child, and Sophie reared back.
“Ouch.” She retracted her hand, examining the red mark Jessica inflicted.
“What did you buy?” Jessica shot an accusing glace. “I think I’ve had enough of this phase you’re going through. I know Derek’s a bastard but you can’t continue like this. This spending is spiralling out of control.”
“It’s not.”
“Tell me more about how you are going to use the lacrosse stick that’s still
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