Conference

By the sixth hour of the conference, Sharon was bored to tears. She hated being sent to these things, all the attempts to one up each other and endless gossip… Did you hear where he ended up? She didn’t get tenure after all. Left the profession entirely… Well you know some people just aren’t cut out for academia…

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Caroline’s Next Card

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The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting.  She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted.  Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything.  She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted.  Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it.  But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet.  So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.

She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar.  It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.

The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected.  Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.

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