Page is sat in her cubical trying, and failing, to strike up a conversation
with the woman next to her, who in turn is trying, and succeeding to ignore
Paige, while openly pouring alcohol into an empty coffee mug. "So worked
here long?"
The woman just stares at Paige blankly before going back to her drink.
"Well OK, then" Bored, Paige looks around and is relieved when her mobile phone rings. Its Phoebe. ""Hey, hi, thank you, thank you, thank you for calling. You would not believe how much I need to talk to someone sane about now"
"Happy to help, but I am not so sure about the sane part, that's partly why I am calling. Do you think you could meet me for lunch? I need to talk to you away from Piper. Its about Leo"
"Sure if you're paying and even surer if we are going somewhere posh. I get off at 12, how about..."
Paige's desk stands facing the door to her boss's office and her attention is caught when the door opens and Janice runs out crying. Ann, stands briefly the doorway looking after the weeping woman with a sickeningly satisfied expression on her face. Her eyes scan the room, lingering momentarily on Paige, before she turns, re-entering her room.
"Sorry, Phoebs, I've got to go". Paige hangs up, and with a look of disgust at the unconcerned drinking woman she goes off to look for Janice, eventually finding her, huddled on the floor, still sobbing, in the toilets.
"Hey, its Janice right?" Paige crouches down beside her " I kind of saw what went on in Ann's office. That woman's a complete cow, totally out of order. You must be a total saint to work with her"
Janice stares at her for a moment and then grabs Paige's throat, pulling both of them up and screams into her astonished face "DO YOU THINK THAT I'M A MORON? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING. THINK YOU CAN TRICK ME BITCH? THINK THAT YOU CAN TAKE MY PLACE? WELL I AM NOT GOING WITH OUT A FIGHT."
Paige breaks away, her shirt tearing in the process "HEY! Don't start taking it out on me"
Janice's reply, of a well-placed right hook, takes Paige off guard and she falls back smacking her head on a cubical. Fizzing with rage herself now, Paige launches herself at Janice, punching and kicking blind to reason and pity.
The woman just stares at Paige blankly before going back to her drink.
"Well OK, then" Bored, Paige looks around and is relieved when her mobile phone rings. Its Phoebe. ""Hey, hi, thank you, thank you, thank you for calling. You would not believe how much I need to talk to someone sane about now"
"Happy to help, but I am not so sure about the sane part, that's partly why I am calling. Do you think you could meet me for lunch? I need to talk to you away from Piper. Its about Leo"
"Sure if you're paying and even surer if we are going somewhere posh. I get off at 12, how about..."
Paige's desk stands facing the door to her boss's office and her attention is caught when the door opens and Janice runs out crying. Ann, stands briefly the doorway looking after the weeping woman with a sickeningly satisfied expression on her face. Her eyes scan the room, lingering momentarily on Paige, before she turns, re-entering her room.
"Sorry, Phoebs, I've got to go". Paige hangs up, and with a look of disgust at the unconcerned drinking woman she goes off to look for Janice, eventually finding her, huddled on the floor, still sobbing, in the toilets.
"Hey, its Janice right?" Paige crouches down beside her " I kind of saw what went on in Ann's office. That woman's a complete cow, totally out of order. You must be a total saint to work with her"
Janice stares at her for a moment and then grabs Paige's throat, pulling both of them up and screams into her astonished face "DO YOU THINK THAT I'M A MORON? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING. THINK YOU CAN TRICK ME BITCH? THINK THAT YOU CAN TAKE MY PLACE? WELL I AM NOT GOING WITH OUT A FIGHT."
Paige breaks away, her shirt tearing in the process "HEY! Don't start taking it out on me"
Janice's reply, of a well-placed right hook, takes Paige off guard and she falls back smacking her head on a cubical. Fizzing with rage herself now, Paige launches herself at Janice, punching and kicking blind to reason and pity.