Piper slowly waddled back to the bus stop, careful not to jilt her full stomach. As she collapsed on the bench, her tummy spilled out of the blouse and rolled over the hem of her skirt. She looked around uncertainly. Where should she go next? She yawned. All that food in her stomach was making her want to curl up and sleep.
In her head, the four-way tug of war was not yet over but its protagonists were getting sleepy too. “Look, we simply have to get a job,” argued Greedy, sprawled on her own upscale pink settee. “We can't just sit here all day.”
“Why not?” Lazy yawned too, imitating their person. “I'm all in favor.” She stretched on her bed, unkempt and dirty.
“Because we need that taste-tester job, like Greedy said,” Fat lounged on her overstuffed futon, belly up. “But there's nothing wrong in resting our feet first. We need to digest.”
“No, no, no, no! We are going to that lawyer's office, is that clear?” Greedy looked around and sighed. “We need a fifth aspect and fast, otherwise we'll always end up tied.”
“Oh, girls, girls, but we don't need a job! We're sexy, right?” Horny chimed in from her blood-red sofa. “Let's go to the yesterday's bar again and find ourselves a sponsor, huh?”
“Is that what you call it now, you s-?” Greedy's tirade was interrupted by rhythmical snoring. “And Lazy's out. Now that takes the cake!”
“Cake? What cake?”
“Don't play stupid, Fat. In fact…” Greedy paused, a malicious smile forming on her face. “With that lazybone out, we might finally come to an agreement. Listen, the lawyer's…” she paused to think, then went to retrieve a memory ball from the bank. “'James Phillip Williams the Third, 30 years, of Briscombe, Frisch and Williams, at a newly established branch office.' So he's likely the grandson of the founder and I bet he's ripped from all that rowing they do at posh universities. You'll like him, Horny.”
“Hardly,” Horny snorted but she snatched the memory for herself, trying to get more info out of it.
“You'll never know until you see him. Let's just go have a look at him, OK? And if Horny doesn't like him, we can try the taste testing next. Right, Fat? So, who's in favor?” Greedy stood up and approached the control panel, looking hopefully at her counterparts.
The other two let out an exasperated sigh. “OK, fine!” just in time for Piper to jump up and board the right bus.
***
Getting off in the Business District, Piper was lost. This was terra incognita, enemy territory for her. She wandered uncertainly along the street, unsure where to look for the office. She was getting sleepy…
… just like her guides. In fact, Fat was already fast asleep, snoring in a duet with Lazy, and Horny was not far off. Only Greedy struggled to remain vigilant. She peered around once again and pointed. “Oh, look! There it is! Let's go!” Among two dozen other plaques on the wall of an office building, there was a discreet sign announcing Briscombe, Frisch and Williams, est. 1886; Daven's Port Branch Office.
Piper smoothed out her blouse over her bulging waist and entered through the glass double door. As she approached the concierge, she tried to suck her tummy in. “Hello, I'm here for the secretary job at Williams, uh, I mean…” she trailed out uncertainly.
“Yeah, sure.” The man didn't even look at her, just pointed at the elevator. “Fourth floor and turn left.”
“Umm, thanks.” as Piper punched the button, her hand shook a little. This was her big chance, no wonder she was getting nervous. Upstairs another discreet sign steered her to a nondescript door. She rang and a speaker on the wall came to life. “Who's there?” a male barytone asked.
“Umm, P-Piper Black, uh, for, for the interview.”
“Ah, good. I'm buzzing you in.”
Piper nervously swallowed and stepped in. What was her future boss going to look like, supposing she got the job?
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