15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

Sometimes you just have to go with the feeling. Sarah literally jumped for joy. She couldn't give two hoots who saw her, or snickered behind their hands at the strange girl's actions. She'd done it. Twenty-five years of age, dating one of the hottest guys in the city and, to top it all off, she was now the head of her department; something that no one, especially June from accounts who had vied for the same postition, had seen coming. Oh, it took hard work to make the grade, but she had been diligent in her work ethos and had impressed the right people at all the right time. Sure, her resume was slightly embellished, but wasn't that the way that everyone did it these days? And so what if Michael thought her a dress size smaller and a pay check larger; he loved her for being her, not for bank balance. She broke into a run, heels click-clacking down the block until she reached home. He would be so surprised to see her home early.

Sarah swung around the wrought iron post belonging to the bottom stair of her apartment block and into the building. The scent of her favorite bath lotion greeted her as she unlocked the door. So did the tinkle of girlish laughter.

"Michael?" she called out, but quietly. She wasn't sure if she wanted an answer.

Splashing and the sound of hurried wet feet scrambling out of the bath assaulted her ears, along with the sound of a male voice cussing. The female voice Sarah had heard on entering was silent. And then there he was: Michael rushed out of the bathroom and into the hall, a hastily grabbed towel covering his modesty. "It's not what you think."

Sarah's stomach flipped. Of course it was what she thought. As if in some waking nightmare, her once happy eyes now watched in horror as June from accounts followed Michael out of the bathroom. Sarah didn't feel much like jumping anymore.

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