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decor stashed in a corner cubbyhole. Suddenly, both of the security men bolted closer within arms reach and turned a uniformly scornful expression.
"We have orders that you are no longer allowed on the premises," said the men. The words were brash and sharp as they gestured her to follow in heed of their warning.
Jackasses . She muttered, bracing herself on the desk.
Danielle stood, rooted to the carpet behind the mammoth desk at the "L" shaped juncture. She'd already dared to discount their presence entirely, or so she thought. They watched her try to slip a ten-year plaque into her handbag, but it didn't quite fit. She was barely aware that none of the company accolades mattered anymore when she poised herself one last time to sift it all to memory.
The two men whispered words floating, just as she ripped a Cézanne calendar off the wall. Roman's eyes met hers in the brief second before she'd left the office, and he mouthed, "Later." She nodded.
She'd barely had a moment to catch a breath, as both men shadowed behind her out of the office. A light breeze feathered Roman's hair as both she and the two men dashed past him to the corridor.
Then quickly a crowd closed in, and the questions began. "Danielle what's going on--" a man spoke, stunned by the two men shadowing her.
But she could only shake her head, as the rest of her body continued to tremble. "What does it look like Josh, I'm--" Before she could get a word in edgewise, the men shouldered her onward with over ten years of a career in one box--sized up to swell the contents of four modest shoeboxes.
She'd just realized her value was idealistic and shallow. Years of spirited dedication meant nothing in her vain attempt to reconcile what mattered most. She could only tear through the tenacity to move on.
Josh stopped cold in his tracks. His jaw-dropped into a blank stare, as he watched the spectacle from around a hall corner.
Josh Beckham, the bright-eyed enigma who'd been her colleague ever since interning at Finch over ten years ago. He'd always been the quizzical one around the office that kept everyone laughing. The one who'd tone down the seriousness and follow every joke up his sleeve with a "no pun intended." He was a jokester but when it came to management, he ran the audit team like a well-oiled machine.
Josh's wired spectacles followed her trail as the three headed toward the elevators. He'd been stunned by the sudden raucous diverting his attention when Roman sprinted toward him, towering over the crowd.
Roman shimmied and twisted through the crowd pouring into the hall. He flung his arms to part his way through, as half the office had come out en masse. A throng of worried faces and watchful eyes cupping piping hot java, as "caffeine central" was the epitome of the forty-first floor office.
As Roman bolted down the hall harrowing Josh into a tailspin, he'd sprinted back toward the conference room to find Finch. The instant Josh turned his head, there wasn't a sole at the elevators, but Roman had already rounded a corner vaporizing into the maze of corridor.
"Do you guys know what this is all about," Josh asked a small crowd hovering in a corner alcove, as he slid his glasses to the ridge of his nose.
"She's been fired," said a woman who emerged from the crowd. Josh was looking at the woman quizzically."
Amanda, what are you doing spying out here?"
"It's all around the office...haven't you heard?" Amanda's saucer-shaped blue eyes widened, but her voice was calm as she said, "Danielle's been accused of embezzlement, fraud, corruption...you name it," she explained quietly and straightened.
From the rumors they'd heard, no one was surprised to learn the scandalous meltdown would shatter Danielle's career to collapse. And Zeckler was more than motivated to stir the volcano that had already quaked the office.
Amanda Zeckler was Danielle's adversary. Always the showiest and most backstabbing and ruthless gossip around that more than proved she
"We have orders that you are no longer allowed on the premises," said the men. The words were brash and sharp as they gestured her to follow in heed of their warning.
Jackasses . She muttered, bracing herself on the desk.
Danielle stood, rooted to the carpet behind the mammoth desk at the "L" shaped juncture. She'd already dared to discount their presence entirely, or so she thought. They watched her try to slip a ten-year plaque into her handbag, but it didn't quite fit. She was barely aware that none of the company accolades mattered anymore when she poised herself one last time to sift it all to memory.
The two men whispered words floating, just as she ripped a Cézanne calendar off the wall. Roman's eyes met hers in the brief second before she'd left the office, and he mouthed, "Later." She nodded.
She'd barely had a moment to catch a breath, as both men shadowed behind her out of the office. A light breeze feathered Roman's hair as both she and the two men dashed past him to the corridor.
Then quickly a crowd closed in, and the questions began. "Danielle what's going on--" a man spoke, stunned by the two men shadowing her.
But she could only shake her head, as the rest of her body continued to tremble. "What does it look like Josh, I'm--" Before she could get a word in edgewise, the men shouldered her onward with over ten years of a career in one box--sized up to swell the contents of four modest shoeboxes.
She'd just realized her value was idealistic and shallow. Years of spirited dedication meant nothing in her vain attempt to reconcile what mattered most. She could only tear through the tenacity to move on.
Josh stopped cold in his tracks. His jaw-dropped into a blank stare, as he watched the spectacle from around a hall corner.
Josh Beckham, the bright-eyed enigma who'd been her colleague ever since interning at Finch over ten years ago. He'd always been the quizzical one around the office that kept everyone laughing. The one who'd tone down the seriousness and follow every joke up his sleeve with a "no pun intended." He was a jokester but when it came to management, he ran the audit team like a well-oiled machine.
Josh's wired spectacles followed her trail as the three headed toward the elevators. He'd been stunned by the sudden raucous diverting his attention when Roman sprinted toward him, towering over the crowd.
Roman shimmied and twisted through the crowd pouring into the hall. He flung his arms to part his way through, as half the office had come out en masse. A throng of worried faces and watchful eyes cupping piping hot java, as "caffeine central" was the epitome of the forty-first floor office.
As Roman bolted down the hall harrowing Josh into a tailspin, he'd sprinted back toward the conference room to find Finch. The instant Josh turned his head, there wasn't a sole at the elevators, but Roman had already rounded a corner vaporizing into the maze of corridor.
"Do you guys know what this is all about," Josh asked a small crowd hovering in a corner alcove, as he slid his glasses to the ridge of his nose.
"She's been fired," said a woman who emerged from the crowd. Josh was looking at the woman quizzically."
Amanda, what are you doing spying out here?"
"It's all around the office...haven't you heard?" Amanda's saucer-shaped blue eyes widened, but her voice was calm as she said, "Danielle's been accused of embezzlement, fraud, corruption...you name it," she explained quietly and straightened.
From the rumors they'd heard, no one was surprised to learn the scandalous meltdown would shatter Danielle's career to collapse. And Zeckler was more than motivated to stir the volcano that had already quaked the office.
Amanda Zeckler was Danielle's adversary. Always the showiest and most backstabbing and ruthless gossip around that more than proved she
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