The froufrou drink sent a sickening-sweet scent into the air. With her short punky hair and nose ring, the office manager was Frannie’s polar opposite but the friendship was genuine. Being the only two women in the finance department created a bond that bypassed appearances. The bright shock of spiky neon orange hair had caused a stir when Tracey started at McGee, Thompson and Fitch, but she was an organizational whiz. Her skill made it easy to overlook her flamboyant and boisterous personality. When she came for her initial interview, the phones were ringing non-stop. Tracey walked in, sat down and started directing calls to the proper offices. Three other interviewees got up and walked out, assuming she had been hired. She’d been running the office from that minute forward.Frannie pried the plastic lid off her own plain French Roast before replying. “He’s not a stalker. He is nuts, but in a harmless way.”Tracey snorted. “Harmless as in total loser or harmless as in ‘Gee, Officer, he seemed like a nice normal neighbor until he hacked up those fourteen women’?”Frannie paused with the Styrofoam cup halfway to her lips.
