Jeanne And Tomasso

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rning Her

Work. Hermey’s Corp, was boldly written on the Twenty second Floor Of the huge Trump tower, It was written in Gold letters, a Flashy s

e’s Phobia. Her body tingled as she advanced towards the building, Her target was the Revolving doors, that sometimes terri

h the Revolving doors from all the movies she had seen Through the media about New York, but had not actu

gh at once. It sucked but She had no choice but to believe him anyway. The second was Running through it, but that was A horrible fail as Her head hit the

ast. She decided to follow the rhythm of the door, Counting from one to four, before j

ll crowded, and from the look The first door was less crowded, so she advanced towards it. It was always like that, especially on Mondays, she quickly rushed into the crowd as well, tryi

und, The guard was trying to control the crowd so his back was turned, She knew it was her gol

he resisted setting her right foor out, Three, She pushed hersel

t scream to her as the Glass closed around. He couldn’t get t

The woman commented as

Jeanne took long steps to the elevator, successful and luck

n her folded hands, She didn’t wait for a rep

, A gentleman who stood besides her

eted shocking her, She replied the

. One by one the occupants left, until they were down to

nce, on the both sides of the hallway are office doors , While a single office door sat at

tionist who seemed to be having a call. The other two were her co-workers, Ann

called, They paused before they ope

ermey’s corp. Her persona and confidence were one of her best traits, but her beauty was undeniable as well. She had long Brown hair that cascaded down her hips, H

ctable, She never denied it, she wasn’t a good Stylist, She some times repeated things,

y am”. S

le”. Lita said crossing her hand over her should

ars t-shirt, her brown her in pigtails, And huge hoop earrings. She had a caramel skin and was just