She walked slowly into her office, her feet in agony from the high-heeled shoes she had worn out that night. For about the hundredth time she pulled down the hem of her short, black skirt and, sighing, she threw her handbag into the corner of the room. It had been a rough night.
"There was no need to dress up for me, Vicki..." A familiar voice
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