Sam marched into the boardroom dressed for battle: pressed suit, starched collar, and muted tie. He dropped a folder on the conference table, sinking into his usual chair. Members dribbled in.
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“Hello, Sam.”
“Hi, George.”
“Morning, Lewis.”
Chairs scraped, water glasses clinked, papers shushed when shuffled.
A leggy brunette in a pinstripe suit and red heels materialized. The men rubbernecked as one.
“Coffee wagon?” Sam growled. “We need to get started.”
She stopped dead and crossed her arms. “Do I look like a waitress?”
“On your way dearie.”
“The name is Morgan Walkerton, your new C.E.O. I called this meeting.”
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How the Cookie Crumbles 
June 25, 2013 at 9:17 pm
I love it!
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June 28, 2013 at 7:53 pm
Thanks, Laurie. I love when the girl in the hot shoes wins.
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June 25, 2013 at 9:22 pm
Sweet! I think there may be a restructuring in their near future!
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June 28, 2013 at 7:52 pm
Yep, I’m sure they will, but I’m sure she’ll play fair, right? Maybe let the big guy sweat…
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June 25, 2013 at 9:39 pm
Ha! Good one! 🙂
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June 28, 2013 at 7:51 pm
I like to see the girl in the red shoes win some big ones. Thanks, Paulette.
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June 25, 2013 at 11:39 pm
Are they red doled shoes? Like the famous Louboutins, I think thats it … Intriguing writing! I can so easily picture it,; it reads like a snippet from a film!:)
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June 28, 2013 at 7:50 pm
Yes, Gigi, and thanks. Also red soled. She can afford them. I’d love a pair.
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June 26, 2013 at 2:30 am
I’m sure they would get what they deserve! 🙂
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June 28, 2013 at 7:49 pm
After shrugging her off, Gilly, he deserves to be put in his place.
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June 26, 2013 at 2:49 am
Oops!!!
Dudes! So typical 😉
Good one Tess 🙂
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June 28, 2013 at 7:48 pm
I remember days like this. The sharp dresser’s getting his soon.
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June 26, 2013 at 4:41 pm
Nice one, Tess! She brought the meeting to order very quickly, I’d say!
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June 28, 2013 at 7:47 pm
The red shoes are awesome. A girl can do anything in red heels.
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June 26, 2013 at 6:46 pm
Ha! I suspect they me be groveling in the near future.
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June 28, 2013 at 7:47 pm
He wasn’t happy about the forced meeting without information. After this stunt, I’d say someone’s nerves will be put to the test.
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June 27, 2013 at 7:11 am
ooo yes! loved this one, serves him right.
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June 28, 2013 at 7:45 pm
I bet he’s seeing a deeper shade of red than when he arrived. Ha ha.
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June 27, 2013 at 9:37 am
Years ago, as a financial executive at a new job, I asked an engineer a question. He said, “It’s complicated, honey.” That has been my standard answer since to men who talk down to me.
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June 28, 2013 at 7:44 pm
Oh boy. I know. Thanks for sharing, Nancy.
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July 5, 2013 at 6:27 pm
Love this one. Hope she kicks their collective butt 🙂
Also like the members dribbling in… that’s so often what happens: people just dribble in.
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July 5, 2013 at 8:04 pm
Thanks, Delft. We are in agreement and I’m keen on her red shoes.
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July 20, 2013 at 3:51 pm
Ha. I love this. Hope she puts those sexist *bleeps* in their place. Hope she wipes the floor with them.
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July 20, 2013 at 5:12 pm
I remember when I was young, under twenty, when I worked in a restaurant for a short time. Most of the time customers were aggressive.
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