strongly suspected that her colleagues had been
gossiping. Back then she had been taking in a
Thermos of tea to work, however the office had a
kitchen, so tea was readily available and her
workmates had commented on the unique aroma.
Julia in Contracts had raised a quizzical, and
possibly disbelieving, eyebrow at her explanation
that she only drank a Himalayan brew of unique
earthiness.
Sarah pushed the syringe's needle deep into the core of
each orange and then worked her way around the
segments, injecting as she went. With a little
practise she'd found she could manage a generous
measure of vodka in each fruit. Errol’s fabulous
invention for getting around a prudish no drinking
ban while on set.
~ ~ ~
By mid-morning Sarah was two satsumas in and down to
pixel level as she smoothed the final adjustment to
Beyonce's cleavage. There were still two hours to
lunch.
She was starting to get annoyed with Beyonce. If the
woman did a decent amount of exercise then Sarah
could have edited the cover photo in half the time.
Releasing the mouse she chomped her Mars bar
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