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She pushed the button and prayed for the elevator doors to close quickly. She liked to get a few moments of peace on the way upstairs; a few moments of silence so that she could brace herself for what was to come.

It was the banter that she hated the most. They threw dirty comments here, there and everywhere. Made themselves out to be super-stud porn stars with girls queuing around the block to receive their services.

She closed her eyes and shook her head with a little smile. She knew for a fact that they were all front. Every single one of them.

Byers, for example. She could barely pass ten minutes in his company without him making some kind of lurid advance. By all accounts, however (all accounts amounting to the tarty temp in accounts and Shirley, the mousy secretary with a less than mousy reputation) his prowess amounted to a five minute fumble and half an hour of apologetic weeping.

Cameron probably had more experience than the rest of them put together, and he had been with the same woman since high school.

The elevator lurched to a halt and she took a last deep breath before the doors slid open.

“Hello sugar tits,” Byers shouted from the other side of the room.

She rolled her eyes and calmly flipped him the bird as she made her way to her desk.

At least she had a good view, she thought, leaning back in her chair to glance out of the window at the rippling muscles of the workmen next door.

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: This week Three Word Wednesday gives us the words Banter, Fumble and Glance. I must confess I found it a little tricky!)

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