Karen’s looking for you.” Rachel dumped her coat and bag on her desk and looked up to see her coworker, Allison, peering over her cubicle. “Of course,” Rachel said with a groan. Of course, on the one morning she was late, her boss would be looking for her first thing. “What’s her mood?” “Oh, the usual. She’s manically bouncing off the walls while trying to distract herself from nicotine withdrawals. She’s got some big story idea she wants us in on. You know, gossip never sleeps so neither can the magazine, and all that.” Allison brushed her hair from her eyes and squinted at Rachel. “The subway break down or something? It’s not like you to be late and so…messy.” Rachel looked down and realized the shirt she had thrown on that morning was wrinkled and only half tucked in. “It wasn’t the subway, it was my family,” she said as she tried to quickly pull herself together. She tucked her shirt in, tied her shoe, fixed the hem of her pants where it had been caught in her sock, and straightened her belt.
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