Charley - drabble (canon)
Added 2025-04-01 20:01:08 +0000 UTCShe pushes up the window and ties up the curtains. The smell of cigarettes makes her stomach churn. She has never understood such a nasty habit; the smell lingers in rooms. Nearly all her colleagues do it, and they seem to get pleasure in annoying her.
She made the cardinal sin of being a woman, and with dark meat to boot.
She endured their ‘jokes,’ their lingering stares, and their too confident touches on her body because there are things that matter more to her than that. It’s the same everywhere, here and over there.
The loud ringing interrupted her typing, and with a slight twist to her mouth, she picks up the headset.
“Charley,” she greets simply.
“Hey cool cat, where might you might you be?” a smooth, happy voice speaks through the telephone.
“Sir/Ma’am,” she replies. Tucking the phone between her cheek and shoulder, she starts shoving her papers into her briefcase. “I’m sorry, I woke up late.”
She hears a chuckle on the other end of the line. "You, LATE? I’d have sooner see pigs fly. You know I’m gonna bother you about this, you dig?”
Charley smiles, “I do Sir/Ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll be ready in two shakes, so you can have your fun.”
Luce’s face looks back at her as she shuts the briefcase.
