Initially, Allison felt like an over-eager child waiting for a decoder ring in the mail, but the fourteen business days had long since past and Allison was still without her new bra. Bitterness forced the hope from her heart. Her bra was a false promise. She had been swindled out of her meager savings by a little old lady.
Gradually her anger with Ulyana was replaced with self-loathing. Blurting out how much she had saved? Signing something in another language? What a rube. Beyond that, she was sickened by her naive belief in a support garment capable of alleviating the pain her big stupid boobs caused her.
Ulyana's insistence that her breasts weren't the problem was so laughable to her now. Nobody with a normal sized chest would be idiotic enough to hand over $450 for a bra. Ulyana would be losing a customer if she went through with the reduction.
Ugh. Better to forget about the whole ordeal. All thinking about it did was make her angry. Time to concentrate on work.
Allison booted up the yellowing dinosaur of a computer and leaned back in her chair. She was reaching for her coffee mug when her cell phone started vibrating across the surface of her desk. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Allison Mead?" Asked the woman on the line.
"It is. Who is this?"
"Hi, I'm Debra Rothchild, from the law offices of Krueger, Rothchild and Goldman. We'd appreciate it it you dropped by our offices to clarify your involvement with a Ms. Ulyana Ivanov."
Oooh, mystery! Lawyers aren't usually so unforthcoming about why they call. I like the details you include: "yellowing dinosaur of a computer" -- it really adds a lot in a few words.
Gradually her anger with Ulyana was replaced with self-loathing. Blurting out how much she had saved? Signing something in another language? What a rube. Beyond that, she was sickened by her naive belief in a support garment capable of alleviating the pain her big stupid boobs caused her.
Ulyana's insistence that her breasts weren't the problem was so laughable to her now. Nobody with a normal sized chest would be idiotic enough to hand over $450 for a bra. Ulyana would be losing a customer if she went through with the reduction.
Ugh. Better to forget about the whole ordeal. All thinking about it did was make her angry. Time to concentrate on work.
Allison booted up the yellowing dinosaur of a computer and leaned back in her chair. She was reaching for her coffee mug when her cell phone started vibrating across the surface of her desk. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Allison Mead?" Asked the woman on the line.
"It is. Who is this?"
"Hi, I'm Debra Rothchild, from the law offices of Krueger, Rothchild and Goldman. We'd appreciate it it you dropped by our offices to clarify your involvement with a Ms. Ulyana Ivanov."