At Her Beck And Call
It was a measly internship in a Podunk town, but Autumn Beshkin was dressed to kill for her interview. One thing you learned cold as a stripper: Appearance counts.
She wore a designer suit and pricey pumps, though the look at the Copper Corners town hall seemed to be casual. And not Friday casual, either. Saturdaywashing-the-car casual, judging from Evelyn, the fiftyish secretary who'd ushered her to the folding chair outside the mayor's office. Evelyn wore a tracksuit, ball cap and running shoes.
The phone rang. "H-e-double toothpicks!" Evelyn exclaimed, dropping her fluorescent green knitting to grab it. The fat tabby lolling in her in-box gave an irritated meow, whipping its tail through the loose paperclips on her desk.
"Mayor's office." Evelyn tucked the phone against her ear and clicked her needles into gear again. "Heidi. Oh, yes, your friend's here." Evelyn smiled Autumn's way.
Autumn wiggled her fingers in greeting. Heidi had convincedAutumn to take this job to help Heidi's brother, the mayor, who was "desperate, just desperate" for help, since his accountant was on an early maternity leave.
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