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Chapter 3

Grace sighed, leaning against the radiator. She had her back to the warm metal and was staring forlornly down at the empty doughnut box in front of her on her lap. The lid was open, flapping against her ankles. The designer licked her finger again and ran it around under the rim of the box, desperately trying to scrape off the last of the powdered sugar that may have taken refuge there. She popped the finger in her mouth, sucked it clean and repeated the process.

"I'm hungry!" The redhead finally whined, tossing the box aside in disgust.

"Grace, we've been in her fifteen minutes," Will told her, pushing against the door and looking for weak spots around the frame. But the thing was solid all the way around and he sighed, giving it one last shove.

"I'm still hungry. I didn't have any breakfast."

"Grace, you ate three bagels, two rounds of toast and leftover pizza for breakfast," Will reminded her, sliding down to rest on the floor by the door.

"And those two Danishes in the fridge," Karen chimed in, averring Will's suspicions that Grace was currently the best-fed person in the room.

Grace held her head up a notch. "So?"

The pink doughnut box was mocking her and she made a grab for it, eking out sugar from the corner of the box with her nail, gouging at the cardboard.

"Are you sure there's no way for you to contact Rosario, Karen?" Will asked hopefully, looking up at the assistant.

Karen looked up from a copy of Vogue. "Okay, honey. For the last time now. I don't waste effort repeating things that I've said a second time very often. If you weren't listening the first time then you don't deserve to hear me again. But because you're Wilma I'll tell you one last time, and this time I want you to watch my two thousand dollar lips. Okay? Okay… NO!" Karen huffed, turning a page. "Queers," she said in disgust.

"Oh my God. We're going to be stuck here forever, aren't we? And when they find us there's going to be nothing left but two skeletons and a corpse that looks like it's been pickled," Grace said, referring to Karen. "We're going to die in here, Will. I don't want to die! There's so much I haven't done! I-I-I didn't eat at that new kebab place and get diarrhoea just so you could say 'I told you so,' and, I-I-I didn't read War and Peace…"

"Oh, come on, Grace. Why would you want to read that? If you tried that, then you're door would swing shut."

"I don't want to die either, honey," Karen said. "There's a whole bottle of Bourbon at home that Rosario's going to drink… Or one of the kids… You know, I hope they don't. I put a little of Rosie's cleaning fluid in with it and left it there as a trap,and if the fat kid dies, Stan's going to need some extra loving. And guess who's going to have to do that? Because it certainly won't be his PA, not since she got all high and mighty and quit on him. Sexual harassment, I ask you."

Will smiled. "There was this cute guy doing crunches at the gym… I wish I'd given him my number…"

"Yeah… There was this guy at the gym I saw lying down then sitting up and then lying down and sitting up with his arms across his chest… I should have given him my number…"

"Grace, they're called crunches. It's terminology used to anyone who isn't exercise shy. And he was so gay."

"Oh, yeah. So he's cute so he's got to be yours, right, Will?"

"Uh, no, Grace. He had highlights. HIGHLIGHTS!"

"Oh, and that makes him gay?"

"He was listening to Cher on his iPod."

Grace scoffed. "Straight men listen to Cher."

"Hey everyone! Let's turn those frowns upside down because I just got a ticket to a Cher concert!" Jack ran into the room, brandishing a ticket in front of him.

Grace groaned and rested her forehead on her knees. "I stand corrected. But the produce guy? So hetero. Right? Say yes. I need some hope in my life."

"Okay, and now back to me. You wouldn't believe how many people I had to sleep with to get this," Jack said, rolling his eyes and cradling the ticket like a newborn child.

"Seven?" Will asked with a fake smile.

Jack mused for a while. "If it's a threesome does it count as one person? Or two?"

"Well, I think— Wait! How did you get in here!"

"Uh, the elevator?" Jack said, jabbing a finger at it. "But seriously. Cher's going to pick me out of the audience to go up there and sing with her. So I need to know whether to wear the green sequins, or the— Will, where are you going?"

Will had sprung up and dashed to the elevator. The wooden gate was rapidly descending and he managed to get his arm caught in it as it closed. He yelped and pulled it free, tearing his new suit as the gate locked into place. The elevator whined and disappeared upwards.

"What's up with you, Will? It's just an elevator. Press the button and it will come again. Jeez," he turned to Karen. "What's up with him?"

"That time of the month, Poodle," Karen said, smiling and nodding and turning a page in her magazine.

"Okay, well I was wondering whether to wear the blue sequined one-piece I have or there's this new red one that I've been dying to wear out since I got it. BUT neither of those are Cher's favourite colours at the moment according to her website… What's with the husband and wife duo evil glares?" Jack asked, pointing to Will and Grace.

"Jack, the elevator coming obviously somehow overrode the security system. But you let it close! GAH! I HATE YOU!" Grace threw the doughnut box at Jack but it missed.

Karen watched it sail past with mild amusement. "Hey Grace! When did you get here?"

Grace stalked away to the other side of her office. "I am calm. I am a good person, I am calm, I am calm, watch the calmness within me, I'm CALM. CAN YOU SEE HOW CALM I AM YOU IMBECELIC HOMO!"

"Gracie, breathe," Will reminded her gently, surveying the damage to his ruined sleeve.

"I DON'T WANT TO BREATHE! THAT FAIRY OVER THERE WALTZED IN HERE AND THEN LOCKS HIMSELF IN WITH US!"

"Grace, quit getting your panties in a twist," Karen demanded, slapping the Vogue down onto her desk. She picked up a short bamboo pole from beside her that Grace had been contemplating working into one of her designs and held it out to the ranting redhead. "Take off your blouse, put it on this then wave it next to the window. No one's going to fail to notice that. You'll have planes plunging from thirty-thousand feet in horror." She continued to hold out the bamboo pole to Grace, waiting for the designer to take it.

"Kare, I don' think she likes the plan," Jack said, composing his features into the face he used when he was pretending to be thoughtful. "Maybe she's scared to get naked? It's okay, Grace. You've got nothing to hide."

"Well, not unless she's been stuffing her bra again," Karen said, laughing. Jack and Karen high-fived.

"Oh, I love you, Kare. You're so witty…"

"I love you too Poodle…" They air-kissed. There was a pause until Karen yelled, "TICKLE FIGHT!" The assistant proceeded to assault Jack's ribs with her fingers until he was squirming and squealing.

"Kare! Stop it!"

"God, it's like a preschool in here!" Will said. "Karen, sit down. Jack, go over there."

"Ooooooh, someone isn't getting any," Jack said in a singsong voice, mocking Will as he skipped to the window and looked out. There was a lull in the conversation that was punctuated with Grace muttering death threats under her breath. "So, Karen, what colour do you suggest I go with tonight?"

"Tonight, honey?"

"Yeah, the concert's tonight. I am like so excited. It's gonna be totally awesome."

"Well, honey, I'd go with what you're wearing now."

"This?" Jack said, gesturing to his clothes. "Karen, I'm going to get picked to meet Cher. I don't think this quite cuts it, do you?"

"No, honey, but you're not going to the concert, so why does it matter?" Karen asked, smiling as she lined her eye with a black eye pencil.

Jack put a hand to his heart and struggled to breath. His legs gave way and he managed to stagger over to Karen's desk, where he collapsed, the edge of the table was the only thing saving him from hitting the floor. "What?"

"You see, honey, the thing is… we're stuck in here and are never ever going to get out. Okay?"

Jack's eyes bulged out of his head and his breathing became more and more erratic as he looked at Karen in disbelief and fainted onto the rug.

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