2007-12-16

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It is 3:30 on a quiet Friday afternoon, and Kimberly North is counting the minutes until 5:00. Her job as assistant ('Executive Assistant' on her business cards) to the CEO of QuickStart, Inc. is not always easy, and this week has proven to be a prime example of such. The phone hasn't rung in at least 10 minutes, the emails have slowed to a crawl, and Ms. Chambers hasn't required her for something in over fifteen minutes, so it was looking like the week might end on an up-note.

She hears footsteps coming up the hallway to her desk.

Intentions Are Good

But, actual thought process on this one? Classically bad.

She's running on a least a strained ankle, if not broken one. Her left arm - recently healed, took another hit which made her shot against Daddy Phillip go wild. Her back hurt from the burn Crystal gave her - and she was pretty sure she wasn't in Idaho which meant the Outsiders were likely going to have a bitch of a time finding her and getting her out of this trap.

Breathlessly, she ducks behind some rocks. She won't win this one. This is a given. She's going to take out as many of Corrine's dysfunctional family as she could before they sent her to God though.