Put out an ad in the paper's lost and found? Put one of the pictures on a milk carton?” Ferra smirked at her own joke.
"Nope. I'm going right over there to the drugstore and have them develop the photos. Maybe there's something on them that'll give me a clue as to who lost the roll."
"Yeah, and you'll probably end up paying a pretty penny for someone's bad shots of every tourist trap in town."
Jolee shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But in case there's more here than I think, I might email one of the pictures to the newspaper. Somebody's bound to recognize their work."
"Ooo! What if they're dirty pictures? You know... porn shots?"
Jolee rolled her eyes. “Girl, you need to get laid. You've been lonely too long.” Getting to her feet, the ghost of a twinge reminded Jolee of her earlier misstep. She winced. “Look, I'm heading back to the office. Same place, same time tomorrow?"
"Are you seeing that guy tonight?"
Oh, yeah. She had a date. “No, tomorrow night. Don't’ worry. I'll give you all the juicy details over lunch Monday,” Jolee promised before her friend had the chance to beg.
They exchanged quick hugs, and then Jolee crossed the street to drop off the mysterious roll at the nearby drugstore. The technician promised to have the pictures ready by the time Jolee got off work, which suited her just fine. A not-half-bad presentation, a mysterious roll of film, and a bonus date all in one day. She found an extra spring in her step as she started back to work.
Jolee Wiley winced against a growing headache, knowing she had little chance of it going away any time soon. Pissed, tired, and pained, the original three stooges of marketing and research. You're definitely heading for a full meltdown if you're not careful, old girl!
She stopped at the light along with sixteen other assorted characters and waited for the green. Okay, I can add sweating like a pig. She grimaced and wiped away the beads of sweat popping out on her face. Underneath the blazer, her white silk blouse clung to her skin. She felt clammy and dirty on top of everything else, not to mention the fact she probably smelled to high heaven.
The light changed. The crowd of over-heated bodies surged forward. Jolee started to go with them when her knee inexplicably popped. The hard twinge made her gasp. She grabbed the light pole to keep from falling. Humanity flowed past her while she stood on one foot and fought the pain.
Damn shoes. She mentally kicked herself for wearing heels. If she'd worn her nice brown slings, something like this wouldn't have happened. But the browns didn't go with her navy suit , a little voice chided her. Well, hell .
The light turned. She'd missed the change. Gingerly, Jolee tried to place her weight back on the leg. It held without giving her any further trouble. A glance at her watch told her she was cutting it close—too close to suit her. Once she got to the office she would have to go straight into the meeting without a quick stop in the ladies’ room to freshen up. If there was any justice in the world, the building would be crisp-apple cold, eliminating any signs of perspiration before she entered the boardroom . Just remember to stay far enough away to keep people from smelling you , she reminded herself.
The red turned green. Jolee started to step off the curb when she nearly placed her foot directly on top of a small object lying in the street. A quick hop over it saved her from twisting her ankle, but feminine curiosity made her stop and look at what it was.
A film canister.
Immediately, a little voice inside her head started yelling at her. Don't touch it! Don't pick it up! Don't..
She bent to retrieve it in spite of the warning. Palming it, she hurried across the road, not slowing down until she was safely on the other side. As she continued on toward the Felter Building, she studied the canister, then gave it a shake. Something inside rattled.
Now she was definitely piqued. Unfortunately, she didn't
"Nope. I'm going right over there to the drugstore and have them develop the photos. Maybe there's something on them that'll give me a clue as to who lost the roll."
"Yeah, and you'll probably end up paying a pretty penny for someone's bad shots of every tourist trap in town."
Jolee shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But in case there's more here than I think, I might email one of the pictures to the newspaper. Somebody's bound to recognize their work."
"Ooo! What if they're dirty pictures? You know... porn shots?"
Jolee rolled her eyes. “Girl, you need to get laid. You've been lonely too long.” Getting to her feet, the ghost of a twinge reminded Jolee of her earlier misstep. She winced. “Look, I'm heading back to the office. Same place, same time tomorrow?"
"Are you seeing that guy tonight?"
Oh, yeah. She had a date. “No, tomorrow night. Don't’ worry. I'll give you all the juicy details over lunch Monday,” Jolee promised before her friend had the chance to beg.
They exchanged quick hugs, and then Jolee crossed the street to drop off the mysterious roll at the nearby drugstore. The technician promised to have the pictures ready by the time Jolee got off work, which suited her just fine. A not-half-bad presentation, a mysterious roll of film, and a bonus date all in one day. She found an extra spring in her step as she started back to work.
Jolee Wiley winced against a growing headache, knowing she had little chance of it going away any time soon. Pissed, tired, and pained, the original three stooges of marketing and research. You're definitely heading for a full meltdown if you're not careful, old girl!
She stopped at the light along with sixteen other assorted characters and waited for the green. Okay, I can add sweating like a pig. She grimaced and wiped away the beads of sweat popping out on her face. Underneath the blazer, her white silk blouse clung to her skin. She felt clammy and dirty on top of everything else, not to mention the fact she probably smelled to high heaven.
The light changed. The crowd of over-heated bodies surged forward. Jolee started to go with them when her knee inexplicably popped. The hard twinge made her gasp. She grabbed the light pole to keep from falling. Humanity flowed past her while she stood on one foot and fought the pain.
Damn shoes. She mentally kicked herself for wearing heels. If she'd worn her nice brown slings, something like this wouldn't have happened. But the browns didn't go with her navy suit , a little voice chided her. Well, hell .
The light turned. She'd missed the change. Gingerly, Jolee tried to place her weight back on the leg. It held without giving her any further trouble. A glance at her watch told her she was cutting it close—too close to suit her. Once she got to the office she would have to go straight into the meeting without a quick stop in the ladies’ room to freshen up. If there was any justice in the world, the building would be crisp-apple cold, eliminating any signs of perspiration before she entered the boardroom . Just remember to stay far enough away to keep people from smelling you , she reminded herself.
The red turned green. Jolee started to step off the curb when she nearly placed her foot directly on top of a small object lying in the street. A quick hop over it saved her from twisting her ankle, but feminine curiosity made her stop and look at what it was.
A film canister.
Immediately, a little voice inside her head started yelling at her. Don't touch it! Don't pick it up! Don't..
She bent to retrieve it in spite of the warning. Palming it, she hurried across the road, not slowing down until she was safely on the other side. As she continued on toward the Felter Building, she studied the canister, then gave it a shake. Something inside rattled.
Now she was definitely piqued. Unfortunately, she didn't
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