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doesn’t bother looking up from her reading. “It’s ten to nine. I don’t start until nine. This is my time, come back in ten minutes.”
    â€œLucy, if there’s one thing you are, it’s funny,” Renny says as she walks away.
    â€œWait a minute!” Lucy calls. “What are you doing here early?”
    â€œI have a lot of work. Big pitch. Besides, you know what they say about the early bird catching the worm.” Renny giggles at her hidden entendre and goes in her office. She drops the laundry bag in a corner and slips out of her sneakers. Pulling a pair of Nine West micro fiber black pumps from the bottom drawer of her file cabinet, she slips off her Adidas sneakers and deposits them in its place. Renny can’t help noticing that the drawer smells like feet as she slams it shut. At her desk, she powers up her laptop, unwraps her breakfast and takes a hungry bite, savoring the creamy butter as it melts deeper into the warm Kaiser roll with each chew. Taking a big swig of coffee firmly plants Renny in breakfast heaven and she wonders how Elsay can call this boring. The thought of heaven triggers her hand on the speed dial to home, in the hope that Georgie left a message during a break in his show.
    â€œYou have no new messages,” her machine announces over the speaker.
    Renny disconnects. “You don’t have to rub it in.” She giggles and turns her attention to her e-mail.
    Six deletes and four replies later Lucy walks in. “Okay, enough,” she announces. “What gives and who is he?”
    Renny doesn’t take her eyes off the computer screen. “He who?”
    â€œYeah, okay, you think I was born under a dump truck? You’re in early, already checking for messages and, not to mention the little giggles I hear coming from in here. I can always tell the freshly-laid look, so I’ll be specific. ‘He’ is who you slept with last night. That is, assuming it was a he.”
    She rolls her eyes. “Very funny.”
    â€œSo give it up. Oops, I forgot you already did.” Lucy plops in a chair.
    Renny is busting to dish with someone about her night. She called Sara, but Megan was throwing her cereal on the floor, so she couldn’t talk. Gaby was still sleeping off last night and told Renny to call back later. She eyes Lucy’s eager expression. What the hell, she thinks, ignoring the consequences of blabbing her sexcapade to the office yenta, “I met a guy last night.”
    â€œOkay, that’s the headline. Get to the story. Where’d ya’ meet him?”
    â€œVolume,” Renny says.
    â€œWhat does he do?”
    â€œHe’s a disc jockey.”
    â€œWhere? At one the clubs?”
    â€œNo. He does the morning show on Q92.7.”
    â€œGeorgie?” Lucy says, her jaw bouncing off her lap.
    â€œYeah,” Renny nods. “How’d you know that?”
    â€œThat was you?” Lucy asks.
    â€œWhat was me?”
    â€œYou didn’t hear?”
    â€œHear what?” Renny leans toward Lucy wishing she could reach into the woman’s mouth and pull the story out.
    Lucy’s flickering hands punctuate her words. “He was talking about you on the radio this morning. I heard it as I was waiting for the bus, right around eight. Well you could knock me over with a bialy right now, because when he said he slept with a hottie last night, the last person on this planet that came to mind was not even you. So, is he as sexy as he sounds?”
    â€œOh yeah! Did he say anything else?”
    â€œSure, it was filthy. You know, their show is so raunchy. I listen all the time. I love it.” Lucy laughs. “You and Georgie, now that’s a riot!”
    â€œHey!” Renny says, offended.
    â€œSorry, but come on. The guy’s practically married to a supermodel. You didn’t think you’d hear from him again, did you?” Lucy asks.
    Renny shrugs off the