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‘Yes, I’er by the minute; if she hadn’t felt so heavy-headed she would have been faster off the s Quinn should iirls in the office’

Nancy huffed ‘If you had given me a list like that, I would have seriously lost it on purpose’

‘Has Quinn been bullying you?’ She forgot her own confusion; bullying in the office was one thing she wouldn’t stand, and Magenta’s concerns soared when Nancy refused to answer al overheard ‘Well, no one’s going to bully you while I’m around—especially not Quinn’

Nancy huain ‘I’et out of here’

‘But where do you want enta’s office since—well, she could hardly re now

‘You work in the typing pool, re her head out of the door to check the coast was clear

‘The typing pool?’ Magenta laughed ‘Is this soht n?’

Nancy gave her a funny look

‘To bepool,’ she finally replied, nudging Magenta towards the door ‘The guy who ran the place before hotshot Quinn arrived froer with him, so Quinn promoted you’

‘Why didn’t Quinn text enta demanded as Nancy bundled her towards a mean little desk set to one side of her office door—a door she now noticed with outrage that already bore the legend, ‘Gray Quinn’

‘This is your desk now, Magenta,’ Nancy explained ‘It’s a great i pool, don’t you think?’

‘Do you want to hear what I think? No I didn’t think so,’ Magenta agreed as Nancy shook her head ‘I don’t knohat’s happening around here, but this isn’t my desk—and Quinn definitely can’t take over my office’

‘But, Magenta, you used to work in the typing pool—you’ve never had your own office,’ Nancy insisted, looking increasingly concerned about Magenta’s state of ?’

Magenta swept a hand across her eyes as if hoping everything would change back again by the tis worse, people she didn’t even knoere staring at her as if she was the one as mad