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months of research has proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that nobody is going to visit
a web site with yellow and green menu bars, you're going to have to wait for an available
slot, just like everybody else. He has no free time tomorrow unless you want to plan to
follow him into the bathroom," Joey said in her perkiest tone, "and although you're
welcome to do that if you'd like, I've been told he's not particularly receptive to new
creative ideas when there's a stall door separating him and you." She pointed to the
calendar. "Shall I pencil you in for Monday?"
"Monday's fine," Laurie snapped, pulling herself up to her full five-feet-two and clearing
her throat. "All hail Joey," she said with a sarcastic smile, "Queen of the Clerical Help."
"Hey, it doesn't bother me," Joey grinned. "After all, there are no small jobs. Only," she
stood up, fully five-ten in her heels. "Small employees."
Laurie skulked off, and Joey sat back down at her desk. "Bitch," she whispered. The
phone rang. "CCGraphics, Chris Cummings' office."
***
Dawson preferred not to dwell on his flaws, but he'd be the first to admit he wasn't good
at parties. He usually wound up doing what he was doing right now -- sitting on a couch
somewhere, feeling like an idiot and wishing he were somewhere else. Things on this
particular evening began to improve, however, when a girl actually came over and
dropped down next to him. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied evenly.
"I'm Megan," the girl said, offering her hand.
He shook it. "Hi, I'm Dawson." That was easy enough, he thought to himself.
"You look like you're not having any fun," Megan said, smiling not-unsympathetically as
she sipped from a red plastic cup.
"Oh, no, I'm just . . . I broke up with somebody, and I think it's still kind of getting me
down."
This sparked her interest. She leaned in and wrinkled her brow. "When did you break
up?"
"January," he said, not noticing the look that flashed across her face. "She was living
out here, but she moved away."
"How come you broke up?" Megan took a sip of her drink and crossed one leg over the
other.
"Oh. I'm, uh . . . " He chuckled. "I'm not sure, actually. She sort of trampled all over my
heart, and I don't even know what hit me."