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Charlie
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I WENT BACK to work on Friday, this time wearing a black skirt and green blouse. It showed a little cleavage, but wasn’t too revealing.
“Some of the guys have been asking about you,” Janet said.
I raised my eyebrow. It certainly wasn’t Maddox. “Really?”
“I knew that would be the case. You’re a pretty girl.”
I smiled. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you to say.”
She sighed. “I was a looker back in my twenties,” she said with a wistful look on her face. “Then I had three kids and everything went to hell.” Janet chuckled. “It made me a grandmother though, too. Definitely worth it”
I was about to ask her about them when Maddox walked through the door. Our eyes met for a minute and then he looked away again.
“Hi, Janet,” he said, ignoring me. “When is yo
