Maybe I didn’t get off on the twenty-seventh floor. Her eyes scanned the massive lobby. It looked faintly familiar. She faced the camera and squinted. “Did we get off?” She paused. This cameraman was new to the show and he’d never been to her office. He was simply following her lead. She glanced over at the frazzled woman sitting behind the sleek red counter, wiping tears away. Is that Julie? Why is she crying? That can’t be Julie because this is not my office. Chaunci’s eyes swept the brick wall behind the counter where the logo for her publishing company, Morgan Enterprises, usually hung. It was no longer there. All of the walls were bare and there were men in blue T-shirts and matching Dockers coming and going, brushing past her and barking orders about where to place things. She watched two of them pick up a long, wide sign that read “Preston Publishing” and hang it on the wall behind the crying and frazzled woman. I’m in the wrong place. Chaunci turned toward the door when she suddenly heard, “Ms.
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