Damn that copy machine, Lucinda thought. It’s always jamming on me! She started to pull out the complicated drawers and covers, looking for the single paper causing the jam. There’s nothing there, she thought.
She kneeled down, weary of ripping her pantyhose. “I don’t see anything and there’s nothing wrong!” She mumbled aloud.
“I’m seeing something from here.” Owen said, staring down at her behind.
Lucinda tried to stand back up, but fell towards the carpet.
“Careful there,” he said, drinking his latte. “Machines can be tricky.”
“You could help me up.”
“But then who would hold my coffee?”
“The table maybe? Or the intern you’ve been sleeping with.”
“Nah, that’s ok, got work to do, laters Luc.”
“Don’t call me that!” She picked herself up. The machine still continued to complain about a phantom jam. Lucinda gave it a swift kick with her heel. The report she needed to print came swiftly out.
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