Post by Candice Angel on May 9, 2007 21:12:46 GMT -4
$-Candi sat in her office, shuffling through paperwork as usual. The work load had gotten at least a tad bit smaller since the arrival of Mr. Steele and that coupled with great work Mr. Hugh had been doing lately, gave the girls at least a little more time to themselves and a lot less work to have to pile on themselves. While sifting through the paper stack in front of her, her eye catches sight of a foreign document on the edge of her desk. She hadn't noticed it there before and thought she'd might want to check to see if it was of any importance immediately. -$
$-She reaches over towards the side of her desk, picking the envelope and stares at it for a moment with a bewildered look on her face. Once again her idiot secretary had failed to even speak on the mysterious document and just simply laid it on her desk without even the faintest trace of notification. Her IQ couldn't be more than a few digits above her shoe size. But no matter. Didn't look like any of the normal documents that came across her desk in her daily work regimen, but figured it was as goo as any time to see as any. She begins tearing the envelope open and within a few seconds, retrieves a letter from inside. Her eyebrow raises as she begins to read the letter inside. It reads...-$
Ms. Candice,
Don't you hate how your sisters run this place without you? And they do so much behind your back. A woman like you should have total power and control, you shouldn't have to share. I can help you.
Call me.
555-551-6755
$-She leaned back in her office chair slowly as she read the letter again at least twice before placing at her side of her desk where she had retrieved it from a few minutes ago. Either someone knew something that she needed to hear or they were attempting to play games with her sisters and she. She thought for a while trying to figure who would do something like this and why. She then thought whether or not to even use the number left for her or whether to just discard it and forget it altogether.-$
"Oh well, there's only one way to find out who THINKS they can help Candi Cane. Psshh as if. Here goes."
$-Against her better judgment, she decides what the hell, might as well find out who sent the thing, or at least try to. Taking the letter in her hand once again, she reaches for the phone receiver with the opposite one as her hand with the letter in her grasp begins dialing the number on the letter. A scowl had formed on her face by this time as she was already beginning to think that this was all some sort of sick game being played on her sisters and she. She sits and awaits the phone to begin ringing and for whoever this mystery person is to answer...-$
$-She reaches over towards the side of her desk, picking the envelope and stares at it for a moment with a bewildered look on her face. Once again her idiot secretary had failed to even speak on the mysterious document and just simply laid it on her desk without even the faintest trace of notification. Her IQ couldn't be more than a few digits above her shoe size. But no matter. Didn't look like any of the normal documents that came across her desk in her daily work regimen, but figured it was as goo as any time to see as any. She begins tearing the envelope open and within a few seconds, retrieves a letter from inside. Her eyebrow raises as she begins to read the letter inside. It reads...-$
Ms. Candice,
Don't you hate how your sisters run this place without you? And they do so much behind your back. A woman like you should have total power and control, you shouldn't have to share. I can help you.
Call me.
555-551-6755
$-She leaned back in her office chair slowly as she read the letter again at least twice before placing at her side of her desk where she had retrieved it from a few minutes ago. Either someone knew something that she needed to hear or they were attempting to play games with her sisters and she. She thought for a while trying to figure who would do something like this and why. She then thought whether or not to even use the number left for her or whether to just discard it and forget it altogether.-$
"Oh well, there's only one way to find out who THINKS they can help Candi Cane. Psshh as if. Here goes."
$-Against her better judgment, she decides what the hell, might as well find out who sent the thing, or at least try to. Taking the letter in her hand once again, she reaches for the phone receiver with the opposite one as her hand with the letter in her grasp begins dialing the number on the letter. A scowl had formed on her face by this time as she was already beginning to think that this was all some sort of sick game being played on her sisters and she. She sits and awaits the phone to begin ringing and for whoever this mystery person is to answer...-$