Taking A Chance At Work
It's just before lunch on a lazy Friday and the office floor is almost empty. I'm scanning the quarterly spreadsheets for a local car dealership, wondering just how stupid the owner thinks we are, when a voice interrupts. "Hi. I'm Evelyn Chance from the Chicago office." Early thirties at a guess, she is medium, medium, medium, height, weight, and build, but damn, those eyes. With a smile, she crosses in, drops her satchel...