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Penny
The hum of the office equipment whirred around me and I was almost in a daze when Lauren, my editor, stopped by my desk and tapped it softly with the tip of her index finger.
“My office in ten,” she said with a nod. It wasn’t a question. “I’ve got something for you.”
She disappeared down the hallway and I watched her go, her hips swaying from side to side. The woman walked with authority, but never let anyone in the office forget that she was attractive and available. At only 10 years my senior, she had achieved quite a bit in her time at Expose, starting as a copywriter for the magazine straight out of college and working her way up to editor-in-chief. Lauren had taken me under her wing after I had shown myself to be an asset to the copyediting pool and she pulled me out of wh
