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How to interrogate your nemesis
My task today was to interrogate my grotty, rotter of a nemesis, the former Customer Service Supervisor. Our working relationship was always somewhat strained by my habit of throwing stationery at her, but now framing for murder I felt it had deteriorated further. I had looked forward to this duel…
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Hate Manager Returns
*** Warning if this does not get you through the Bank Holiday blues then nothing will. Comedy at its best*** Apologies for my prolonged absence. Since I may or may not have murdered my Manager and framed the Customer Service Supervisor I’ve been a busy bee. I was promoted…
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High Society: The Finale
Years ago Joe discovered the trick to coming up trumps: be the puppeteer, not the puppet. No one saw the man pulling the strings but he saw everything. So there Joe crouched, lurking in the shadows of Victoria Embankment, waiting for his puppets to arrive. For one puppet had in…
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High Society: Melody Chapter 4
Melody’s face couldn’t tolerate a squint; squinting made her look confused and slightly demented. And so she sat in Margarine’s new ultra-modern office in Bloomsbury, so busy not squinting at the bright cavalcade of sunlight streaming in from the uncovered floor-to-ceiling windows, that she barely understood a word her manager…
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High Society: Marion chapter 3
Read Part 1 and Part 2 Adrian was dead. A yell and running footsteps from across the warehouse stirred her. It felt as though her heart were cramping in her chest… a familiar feeling… and she leapt into action. She slipped off her cork wedges and dashed into the shadows,…
