sixteenThe elevator was packed, a crush of white collar workhorses. A few of them tried to make room for her but, still, Robin had to shove an arm into the middle of the front rank—“Excuse me”—and fight her way onboard. As the elevator rose some suits and pantsuits managed to debark, but getting off was as tiresome as getting on.
“Excuse me.”
“Excuse me.”
“Hurry up please, it’s time.”
Twenty-second floor, Consolidated Bankers.
“Hi, Jackie,” Robin said, as she dashed past the receptionist’s station.
“Morning Robin. Sleep late?” coffee-and-creamskinned Jackie said.
“Pretty much.”
She snuck into Word Processing and hung her coat in a niche right across from her supervisor’s glass cubicle. Her luck was good, Fat Betty was on the phone, but just when Robin thought she’d made it, Betty p
