Callie…couldn’t remember what she was doing. Well, isn’t that silly, she
Callie…couldn’t remember what she was doing. Well, isn’t that silly, she thought to herself. She was just coming from…somewhere. Work, maybe? That sounded right, she thought. But then why couldn’t she remember where she worked?Inspired, Callie opened her clutch for clues. Lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss…but no clues. She pouted in mild frustration. Wait! There was something more in the clutch, stuck to the inside, a business card. She peered at the text:Calista Laperriere, Analyst - Emerging Markets.She pouted again. That didn’t help at all! Who was Calista Laperriere? The rest of it was just gibberish! In the back of her mind, Callie had a creeping thought that maybe she should be more concerned about her predicament. But then this was just her being silly, right?She closed her eyes, struggling to remember something about her day. A cool breeze brushed a long stray strand of hair into her face. The blowdryer! She was coming from the salon! Of course! She could be so silly sometimes! She’d gone to the salon because she was supposed to be…hmm…She suspiciously eyed a group teenagers across the street that were pointing and staring at her. How did she end up here? She focused again. Something…yellow…the taxi! That’s right, she’d taken a taxi here. She’d had to give the driver a blow job because she’d forgotten her wallet. She could be so silly sometimes!“Callie! Callie!” A voice called out from behind her. She turned to see a tall, middle-aged man in a tuxedo jogging towards her. “There you are!” He exclaimed, wiping sweat from his brow. “How on earth did you end up all the way over here!” He put a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We better hurry - you’re supposed to be on stage in 15 minutes…” -- source link
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