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A single lamp burns brightly on the corner of her desk, aimed to illuminate the pile of papers loosely gathered in front of her.  Bundles of more paper and files neatly stacked are mostly in shadow; she puts down the pen in her hand and pulls out one folder that, when brought into the light, reads, "Q4 2007".  She opens it onto the desk and begins to read:

TO: All Employees

FROM: Jesse Chambers

RE: Q4 Strategies

 

I wanted to start out by saying Thank You for all of your hard work this year.  The first three quarters of 2007 have been tremendous, and we couldn't have done it without all of your diligence and dedication.  I especially want to thank our testing group for their work on getting the bugs worked out of the QS system.

 

We've got a lot to do, continuing to build up for the start of the holiday season.  I'm hoping that this quarter will be our strongest...

 

She continues reading, absently tapping one finger to the faint music emanating from her headphones, until finally reaching the end of the page.  Pursing her lips, she thinks for a moment, and then crosses out a few words, only to scrawl in a few changes here and there in the text.  Satisfied, she snags a post-it from a pad, puts it on the memo, and writes, Make changes as indicated, then distribute on Monday, and slides the folder back onto the top of the nearest pile.

 

Reclining back in her chair, she stretches out her legs, smiling and humming along with the music.  Wally would be rolling his eyes at the song, she thinks to herself, but we've all got our guilty pleasures.  And besides, this new Kelly Clarkson album is really good... As she does, she catches a glimpse of the time listed on the impressive-looking desk phone, and abruptly sits up straight.  "I've been here WAY too long," she says out loud, and begins straightening up what she can of the carefully controlled chaos of her desk, slipping some of the stacked papers into a slim leather briefcase and closing it with a snap.  I'll get to the Titans information later; don't want to just leave it laying out here...

 

As she heads out and gets into her car, she muses to herself, Some days I just want to get back to what I used to have.  Less time in the office, more time out with the team.  Don't necessarily miss the awkward drunken moments, but the rest...  She smiles in such a way that could be considered as fondly reminiscing, or something slightly more daring.  I'll just head over to base...someone's probably still up and around. 

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Bette grins at Jesse, "Call me. We should do dinner, some time."

And with that, she's making it shower time.