Vivienne Marche sat back in her office chair and rolled her shoulders.
It had been a long week, and her body ached from being hunched over proofs and articles.
She glanced at the clock on her desk. Four p.m. on a Friday afternoon.
She stood, stretching her long, slender body and wandered into the quiet central office.
Her p.a., Felicity, looked up and smiled.
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