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As Tim picked up his plate, hoping to eat something to take
the taste away, he was treated to the sight of Kim Leighton with a chicken leg
hanging out of her mouth piling up her plate. This was odd because he knew Kim
was an aspiring model and he couldn’t ever recall seeing her even eat before.
Stranger still, Kurt Willis was nibbling on a small stick of celery. A large 45
year old man and the head of the IT department, he was usually the first in
line for the food, shovelling it all down, but here he seemed quite content.
Perhaps his wife had him on a new diet. In reality, Kurt had suddenly become
disgusted at the amount of food he had eaten and at his figure in general. He
needed to get slim and fast. Kim, on the other hand, couldn’t help but throw
her eating habits in the bin. She suddenly became very hungry and suddenly her
figure wasn’t that important to her. She just wanted to eat, to sample
everything on the table. If she didn’t try it all now then someone would get
there before her and she couldn’t allow that to happen. Just think of all the
great food she was missing out on.
Tim managed to wrestle some food away from her and found a
quiet place in the corner. He wasn’t sure where Natalie had gotten to but she
was welcome to his cigarettes. He looked up and saw Sophie Bellingham stroll
by, her hair tied back in a harsh ponytail, immaculate make-up and a Chinese
style red and gold dress carrying a black clutch. “Evening,” he smiled at her.
She barely looked up except to acknowledge him with a stony “Tim.” Sophie was
the ice queen of the office and no one really wanted to get in her way. She was
probably here under protest and at Herbert’s insistence. After an hour or so of
fake smiling she’ll probably slink off to a better party elsewhere. Walking
into her office to check that everything was locked tight, lest these drunken
animals lay waste to it, she passed Frank Watson who had a few drinks already.
He was probably planning some kind of awful joke or prank or embarrass himself
as usual. Last year, he drew a penis on the boss’s door and led a conga into
the car park while wearing a ring binder on his head and with one clamped to
the zip of his trousers. Sophie sighed as she passed him but was still
wondering what he was about to do. So was he.
Frank was poised by the photocopier about the remove his
trousers and make some copies of his arse but he was having second thoughts. It
seemed like a good idea when he came in, hilarious in fact, but now it didn’t.
It seemed hideous, moronic and embarrassing and he could see that now. He also
felt quite sober despite the fact of having at least three pints before he
arrived. Instead of lifting the lid of the copier, he straightened up his suit
and his tie and headed to the toilets to check his appearance. Suddenly he
didn’t feel like he wanted to be here after all, there were probably better
things he could be doing like catching up on his work at home before the Christmas
break. Perhaps he could just do a quick walk around to be friendly before
heading out. “Huh, wuss,” snorted Sophie, knocking back another free glass of
wine as she watched him walk away. Usually she didn’t drink but found that she
needed to and it felt like she had been drinking heavily the whole evening
anyway. Taking out her hairband, her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she
stumbled over to the copier. Wouldn’t it be hilarious to photocopy her arse?
Frank clearly wussed out of it but she was up for anything and immediately
pulled down her knickers (the ones rumour has it were locked onto her body with
a steel padlock and combination lock), hitched up her dress, tight as it was,
lifted the copier lid and planted her pert, round bum right on the glass.
Gleefully, she hit the copy button ordering at least 50 copies to start off
with. After that she would copy her breasts. That would be so hilarious! She
could also put them up all around the office and hide them in lots of important
files and books so that months from now people would be going about their work
and find her arse cheeks starring back at them. So funny! Screw Kate’s stuffy
dinner party over in Leversham, she wanted to stay here and enjoy herself.
Two different groups were sharing the soft seating area in
the main reception area and the Role Exchanger was always attracted by that and
couldn’t resist checking it out. The IT guys were engaged in one of their
regular discussions on the merits of various horror films while some of the
admin girls were having a catch up on the office gossip which bled into the
latest celebrity and talent show news. Normally such things bored Gareth to
death but today, while overhearing some of their chatter he started to find it
really interesting and began wishing he had watched some of these shows rather
horror and sci-fi films night after night. Wasn’t that kind of dorky? Surely
the other guys wouldn’t miss me, he thought as he drifted away from their
ratings of the Friday The 13th series. Quietly, he shifted over to the
girls’ side and asked about the result of The X Factor.
The girls welcomed him in all except Stacey who was glad of
the break in conversation as she too had been bored. A tall blonde in a tight,
grey dress, she usually had all the latest celebrity news lined up on her phone
from various apps ready to discuss it. She got up and was about to get herself
another drink when she overheard the guys talking about a brutal killing from
Saw III – and it sounded so cool! Stacey immediately sat down and asked to join
the conversation despite never seeing a full horror film in her life. The guys
were a little wary since Stacey had rarely spoken to any of them but she seemed
really enthusiastic and they were soon recommending her tons of movies to
watch. Gareth received his share of nominations for new TV shows, gossip mags
pressed into his hand and a promise to join their Strictly Come Dancing
discussion group. As the night continued Gareth and Stacey wouldn’t be the only
ones to switch groups.
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