’ Grenoble was about eight years older than twenty-two year old Patty. Grenoble wore an impeccable business suit with a metal pin of the American fl...ag. Her eyes were black as her hair. A little rouge made her cheeks rosier than natural rosy cheeks. The skirt was short, tight, and had a triangle cut out the front. Grenoble sat uncomfortable in the low end office chair, because the skirt was so tight. Her high heels tapped on the floor. ‘Listen up, kids,’ announced Grenoble. ‘Your second day in. .” she stammered.I softened a bit. “I’m sorry too,” I said quickly. “But it’s a little annoying. That whole thing ... I didn’t want to carry her through the woods, believe me. You know, I don’t even really like Carmen all that much.”“No, she doesn’t seem your type,” Lara agreed.“But I keep hearing that she wants me to ask her out!” I blurted out, exasperated.Lara shrugged. “Just tell her no.”I laughed incredulously, spreading my hands. “And how the hell does that work? I can’t just go up to her. Anyway, after that there was a dramatic improvement in her attitude as well as the quality of her work. Soon, the tension between us evaporated and the assignment was back on track.I often worked late on that assignment, after attending to my normal work. Sometimes, although I did not want to inconvenience her, I had no option but to ask SC to stay late too. Like other junior employees, she was normally reluctant to stay late. Moreover, she had also come to realize The importance of the. She kept long hours. None of us knew why. None of her direct account customers opened for business at seven in the morning. She outstayed even the most conscientious of us. I tried once but reached a point of great hunger and extreme boredom and left the office at 6.30 one night. Christine Harper still at her desk, seemingly up to her pretty eyes in work.Was she seeing someone who worked at our offices? Was she even married? Nobody seemed to know. There had been a very occasional mention of.