Tuesday, November 5th, 1963

Sage returned home right past six. The sky had already darkened and the autumn chill had settled on London. She felt a cold coming over her, being soaked by the muddy water and the bitter wind did not aid her health. She walked inside of her home and removed her home-knitted gloves and hat.

"Mum, I'm home," the twenty year old said as she closed the old door behind her.
"Good lord Sagey, get out of those clothes before you catch a fire!" Her mother greeted her and began removing her wet coat and scarf with her one arm, which wasn't broken.
"How did it go dear?" she asked kindly.
"I got the job," she said in a muted tone. Despite it she smiled so that her mother wouldn't worry. Her mother clapped eagerly and kissed both of cheeks.
"Oh! Bless! That is great news! We will be able to pay the rent soon then," she sighed in relief. Sage simple nodded agreeing. Her mother noticed that there was something off...

"Sage? Did any of those men try pulling a quick one on you? I don't want you getting cozy with any of those scoundrels." Her mother scolded. "Ugh and their haircuts, dreadful," she added in disgust at the trendy bowl haircuts that the Beetles wore.
She looked at the older woman with watery eyes. "Mum, you gotta stop sayin' that. You know that I'm not pretty. I'm practically invisible. I can assure you they won't even bother looking at me-" she shrugged her off as she walked to the kitchen to brew herself some warm tea.
"You want to be a pretty girl?" the mother snapped. "I was a pretty darlin' back when I was your age and look what that got me," she said darkly.
The younger woman just turned to look at her with eyes filled with pain.
"Your no good father saw a 'pretty girl' and after the damage was done he jumped ship back to America. So if you want to be a 'pretty girl'- think again," her mother frowned with a demeaning look.

Sage look at her mother, a plump woman with a broken arm which had cost her employment position as a 20 plus many years of being a seamstress. She had her same bushy brown hair that she kept short and dark brown eyes. But her face features were different, a small round nose and a pair of fat lips and faded freckles, which coated her age formed wrinkles. Sage had seen pictures of her mother in the 1940's and she had been quite a looker. She had met her father, an American soldier who had been stationed in Britain during the war, their affair was brief and as far as Sage knew he had no idea that part of him was alive and breathing in Britain.
Magda had raised Sage as a bastard child; then again, in those days she wasn't the only one.

...

It was Wednesday. she sat in the offices lobby. Her hands kept busy as she cautiously knitted a small hat. Briant Epstone stepped out of his office and walked towards the lobby where Sage was currently sitting.

"Sage! We've been waiting for you for quiet a while!" He exclaimed. When he realized that she was knitting he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her tiny hat.
"For my godson," she said bashfully.

'Of course she knitted. She just couldn't become any duller. An accountant, who dresses like a grandma, and knits- well there was something you had never seen before.' Briant though sarcastically.

"I'm sorry I was told to wait," she said with a sigh. "By whom?" Epstone retorted confused cocking an eyebrow up. "By..." Sage briefly remembered the man who told her to wait for Briant. She had seen him earlier in the morning- flirting with Isabel outside of the building...
She suddenly felt her blood boil in annoyance, she had gotten her again. She exhaled the breath she had been holding and followed Briant in to the heart of his managing office. From afar he saw Isabel sitting in a huge desk right outside of Briant's office- almost like a guard dog. His secretary was on the side opposite to hers.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but since you got here late it seems like Isabel will be sitting in the front desk." He said sighing 'Looking the way you look we can't have you sitting at the front either' he thought to himself. Sage bit her tongue. From her desk Isabel winked at her and waved casually.
That fucking bitch... Sage gritted her teeth. "So, where will I be working then?" She asked concerned. Briant retorted with a quick "follow me" and together they made way to his office. Sage glared at the blonde sitting on the mahogany table that was supposed to be her desk. She knew that Isabel was smart enough to take advantage of a situation and take the nice desk leaving her with the crappy one in front of Briant.
She was so centeredon glaring at Isabel and focused on why she had been so foolish, that she didn't notice Poll, who was always early, leaning over Isabel's desk shamelessly flirting with her. He was about to ask her out when his foot which was crossed under the other sticking out happened to trip the other accountant. Sage clumsily stumbled to the floor face planting before Briant, Poll, Isabel, two of the other Beetles who were just walking in as well as the rest of Briant Epstone's staff. Isabel made no effort to hide her malicious laughter. Sage felt her entire body feel numb from the hard slam against the tile floor reaching for her face she realized that her glasses had fallen off as well. She got on her knees and began frantically searching for them when she heard a loud crack reach her ears, that's when she knew that they were a done deal. She turned her head, still kneeling on the ground and saw Poll reach for the glasses under his foot and hand them to her.
"Oh sorry about that," he said sincerely stretching out his hand to give her the thick, broken glasses with cracked glass.
She pursued her lips and took the glasses from him quickly slipping them back up the long bridge of her nose. Poll said nothing just blinked twice slightly surprised. Without another word she left with Briant.
Poll cleared his throat feeling slightly uncomfortable, he mumbled something about getting some tea and hurriedly left the room. Isabel didn't seem to care. It was then that George and Dingo approached her desk and simultaneously greeted her. Both had bedroom eyes and looked at her with the same lustful look that Jon and Poll gave her.
"Hi George," she said batting her eyelashes at him. "Pingo," she said more seriously pursuing her lips.
George was about to retort when he was interrupted by Dingo.
"You know to call me Dingo, why do you pretend you don't?" Dingo snapped, his eyes zoning into Isabel Murdock's brown ones.
"It just won't stick," she said shrugging him off with an impolite smile. "If it won't stick, then call me Richard. Like my mother," he said grumpily before following George inside of Briant's office.

Sage was speechless. If she thought that it was bad enough to be working in a crappy desk in front of Briant's, the only thing worse was to be working in a crappy broken down desk inside of Briant's closet?!
"I know it's small... We had to clean up and take a lot of boxes out, but I think it's an improvement. Don't you think?" Briant asked while leaning on her chair, in that instant the chair collapsed. This had got to be a joke.
He smiled nervously and scurried off to find a replacement chair. Shaking her head Sage stood around her desk. She placed the few belongings that she had brought with her and proceeded to attempt to fix her broken glasses. She tapped them and they feebly hung down her nose. Her vision divided into the many crack snaps splits that made her feel almost as if she was looking through a kaleidoscope.

"Where's Eppy?" Asked Jon as he finally arrived to Briant's office. He was dressed casually and removed his coat plopping himself down on a sofa chair.
"Went to get a chair or something," George muttered absent mindedly as he ate a Hershey chocolate bar.
"Yeah? The git must be running off," said Jon licking his lips. "Got me into a lot of trouble with Cyn for sneaking off the other night," he said shaking his head.

Unknowingly to them from the inside of Briant's storage closet an ear pressed against the wall listening carefully. The person debated whether she should leave the room or not.

"Serves you right for being a wanker," Dingo grumbled as he kept busy by playing with his many rings.
"Well aren't you in a charming mood this morning, eh?" Lemon said sarcastically. Dingo simply rolled his blue eyes insecurity overcoming him. "Lads can I ask you an honest question?"
"Only if you want a false answer," grinned George between bites.
It took Dingo a couple of moment of bracing himself before he could bring himself to ask.
"Am I... Am I ugly?" He said slowly.
Jon and George exchanged a look before bursting out in fits of loud laughter
"Does it matter?" Jon said still laughing "You're a Beatle, birds will flock to you regardless of your mop, mug or trabs. Makes me regret hitching off so early," Jon comment before pretending to busy himself as he doodled on a random notepad from Briant's desk.
"Let's just say there's a reason why you're the funny Beatle," George said with a teasing grin. His large teeth and mouth all dirtied with the chocolate he was eating.
"Ya, take it from the handsome muppet ova there," Jon quipped returning to his usual obnoxious tone.
"It's just that, there's this one bird," Dingo began. The thought of Isabel's sly pink lips made him tense up.
"She won't even bother remembering my name."
"She likes you," Jon said in a funny high pitched schoolboy voice as he continued his drawing. "Probably being a tease, ya know?" He resumed normally. "Like-"
It was then that Poll walked into the office room, he removed his scarf and coat and plopped himself in a sofa near the door. The others greeted him.
"As I was saying-" Lemon continued. Adding the final touches to his doodle.
"I'd be worried Rings- if you looked like this!" He showed off his drawing proudly.
"What is that?" George asked cocking his head in an attempt to decipher what the hell Jon's drawing was supposed to be. "It's that Munter that Briant hired. I swear I've seen prettier blokes in drag," he gagged as he looked at the drawing.
The hideous drawing consisted in a dark deformed scribble with massive glasses that fell off the sides of the face followed by hair sticking out in all directions. In all honesty it looked like nothing but a random scribble.

"Exactly!" Dingo exclaimed. "What if I I'm the Munter of the band?"
George rolled his eyes and told him to shut up growing annoyed of Dingo's whining.
"It's the nose isn't it?" He retorted sadly as he touched his face.
"Your beak is fine," Jon rolled his eyes. "That monster on the other hand? It has to be born again, just to look decent," Jon snorted cruelly.
George couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. Jon was just too much sometimes. Dingo sulked and Poll remained quiet his hand pressed to his mouth in a pensive matter. "Eh? What's up with you Macca?" Jon asked as he noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

Unknowingly to the men un the room, in the door opposite to them Sage leaned against her desk a hand brought to her mouth as she attempted to quiet down her gasp. She couldn't believe what she had just heard... She knew she was ugly, as previously stated it was something that people would not allow her to forget; however, for Jon to be such a pig...
She had no idea just how cruel he could be. For a moment she wondered if that was just the way that everyone was to her behind her back. She wiped off the fat tears that were beginning to stream down her face and she took in some deep breaths. It was then that Briant stepped in and handed her the unbroken chair he had promised her.
"Fellas, this will be Sage's new office," Briant announced.
It was at the tip of her tongue. It was about to slip. Five letters, two precious words. It was as easy as that: I quit.

When the four men met her eyes and saw her red cheeks and agape mouth, they knew that she had heard them. Her brows were in a frown and her eyes were the same as her glasses. Broken.
Without another word she scurried out of the office. "Think she heard us?" George said swiftly as he finished his chocolate bar. Jon rolled his eyes and tossed the crumpled drawing tossing it at him like a ball. Poll remained pensive with his hand covering his mouth. Dingo sulked.

Outside Isabel couldn't resist taunting Sage.
"Gone so soon?" She asked as she sat looking pretty with an empty desk.
Sage stopped in her tracks and couldn't help but to smirk at Isabel.
"I hope you enjoy your taunting Isabel, because when the times comes to balance accounts and work with taxes. Maybe I'll still be ugly, but I know you'll definitely be fired," Sage smiled shrugging her shoulders before walking a little taller that day.