Week 21: 52-Week Writing Challenge.
A scene from a current WIP which I am absolutely clueless about!
Making her way to the elevator just after 6:30, Quinn was glad to see the end of the day. She spent the afternoon wheeling and dealing like a Wall Street broker securing new health plans to replace Martech after their premium rate hike. Quinn was successful so far, but at the expense of a migraine trying to form behind her eyes.
Pushing the down button, Quinn leaned her head against the cool, marble wall while she waited for the elevator.
“That kind of day, huh?
Quinn turned to find Fletcher Morgan… standing unusually close to her. She hadn’t even heard him approach.
“Unfortunately, yes. But it’s over… for now. It’s safe to make my escape.”
Fletcher nodded, knowingly. “Funny how a forty-hour work week so easily turns into sixty… or more. It seems…
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