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Katie stood behind the receptionist desk, waiting for her next client. He was late, but that was okay. She knew he probably had to walk over from the apartment complex, and this December was quite a bit colder than the last.
“Clarisse, when my client arrives, will you let me know? I need to ask Bev about something.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
Katie walked down the hall and knocked on Bev’s office door. “Hey, how is your new office treating you? You have everything you need?”
Bev grinned. “More than I would have dared ask for. Between the apartment complex and this employment center, you’ve managed to not only take care of the entire homeless community who was in the park last year, but also provide employment for most of the adult men who were still living with their parents.”
“Well, I c
