Dale paused in front of her holding a steaming mug of coffee. “All this crappy weather and you’re still early. You’re such a dedicated employee.” She chuckled, thanking God once more for her easy-going boss. “Yeah, well, I was inspired this morning.” Roxie walked up with her empty cup. “By what?” “My ex broke in and woke me up at four a.m. with an ultimatum.” She deposited her purse at her desk and followed Roxie into the kitchen. She’d just finished telling her about her close encounter of the ugly kind when someone pushed open the door, stomping and swearing. Roxie stepped back to see who else had braved the weather to come in. “Look who’s here. I can see you didn’t melt in all this rain, Sam, so you must have floated in, like a turd.” Sam pulled a bandana from his pocket and wiped the moisture from his hands and face. “I know it’s a stretch for you, Rox, but could you at least try to be a lady?” She answered with a snort on the way to her desk. Sam nodded to Carrie.
