When I opened the door Maddie was feeding another ream of paper into the photocopier. I knew the paper drawer had been full to maximum before Jennifer walked into my office, and there was no chance it could have run out. She’d stopped the copier to listen to Jennifer and me.
But she bent steeply at the waist while she lowered the paper into place. She knew the effect that was likely to have on me, and hoped it’d distract me.
“Well, Maddie. Did you hear everything you wanted. We weren’t talking too quietly for you?”
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.