Boop

Charlene sighed in exasperation. She cursed herself for firing her last secretary, as she now had to hold job interviews. Blegh. She shook her head sending the sicking sycophant out her door with a false smile and a wave. God, interviews were nearly draconian in its joy meter. She looked at the next name on her list.  "Lane, Kathleen."  A petite woman practically skipped out of her chair and Charlene felt her stomach plummet. It was that nefarious little dunce of a woman from the store! "Hello ma'am.  I'm here to apply fo-" Charlene raised her hand stopping the woman.  She saw the look of consternation on her face and felt a rush of vindictive glee. Smirking, she raised an eyebrow. "Why on earth, do you think id hire a charlatan like you to work for me?" her smirk turned into a grin as the woman across from her turned puce and started trying to vindicate herself. "Ms. Lane, you can be quiet now." Her grin was wide now, and Kathleen was flushed realizing that her words years earlier had had a pernicious effect on the lady she was now trying to be employed by.  She harrumphed and stood.  "Well Charlie," she hissed practically foaming at the mouth, "if you didn't have a case of anachronism you'd hire me. But because I know you're a backwater stuck up hick, I'll go find a job elsewhere." With a quick turn she strode out the door, or tried to anyway.  Charlene laughed as Kathleen Lane ran face first into her office door; and her laughter only got louder as the frustrated woman tried to open it the wrong way.