“Mail’s sorted,” Marabel announced.
“Anything interesting?” Claudia asked.
“Not today,” Marabel replied, getting up from her desk and coming over towards Claudia, a couple of envelopes in her hand. She invariably wore tent-like muumuus to the office, shapeless garments that nonetheless caught the eye because they were so…colorful. Today’s was a lurid concoction of bright greens, blues and yellows, and Claudia had to blink.
“Here y’go,” Marabel said, putting the small stack of mail down on Claudia’s desk. “Got the final p*****t from Hillsdale.”
“Good,” Claudia nodded. “Make a note not to take any more jobs from them in the future. They pay way too slow, and that CEO of theirs always tries to be much too ‘friendly’ whenever I’m there.”
Marabel grunted once. “Told you,” she said.
“Yes,
