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Alice sat at her desk and looked over, to where the fire-hearted redhead called Maggie used to sit. She'd been gone for three months, ever since she quit her job head over heels. "Got enough of this 9 to 5 bullshit -- day in and day out. You just watch, I'll be on a road trip having the time of my life, while you little corporate-owned-pawns will still brood over numbers and taxes, buried under tons of paperwork." And since Maggie was a woman of her word, her description of the future was quite accurate. As far as Alice could tell, the redhead was having the time of her life. The photos she posted on her social media profiles rendered words unnecessary. Hot farmer boy posing for her -- check. C-list-actor-selfie on Sunshine Boulevard -- check. Cocktail in the right, cock in the left hand -- check.
It all perfectly added up. Maggie never was one to restrict herself. She spoke her mind, did what needed to be done to fulfil her insatiable need for fun, action and sunshine. Even when working at the company, she never did what she was told and only worked on whatever projects promised the most interesting clients and the funniest stories to tell at after-work-drinks. Alice wasn't even able to tell if she did quit her job, or if she was fired. That probably had something to do with the incident her co-workers were still talking about: The fire alarm went off, just a couple of days before Maggie had left. The whole building needed to be evacuated because there indeed was a fire. It was quite a hot spring day and Maggie had only been there for half an hour before she disappeared again. Where to, Alice only found out much later. The fire started in one of the storage rooms, in which tons of old documents and files were kept. No one entered there, except for mice, Maggie and their boss. How exactly they managed to set the paper on fire, Alice could never quite figure out, but ultimately, she was the only one -- apart from the two having the hots for each other -- who knew, they were involved.
The fire-department chief concluded in the interview he was giving to the press, that "there was no intentional arson involved" and that he agreed with the investigating detective, that it must have been an accident.
'Accident, my ass!', Alice thought to herself, when she heard that statement, although it wasn't like her to use such words. She was the kind of woman, who one would call a grey mouse. Just another ten years and she would even have completely grey hair. It wasn't that she was that old, only 32, but it was quite recent that she found a grey hair in her otherwise dark-brown mane. But not only her looks were grey, her personality was too. She'd never been one to put herself first, never been one to speak her mind. She'd always kept to herself and rarely engaged in friendships or love affairs. She was soft-spoken and reliable in her ways. A less well-meaning soul would call her boring, distanced, invisible, naïve.
Of course, that would arise the question, why Maggie and Alice both appear in this story. Their personalities are different as night and day. Like oil and water there should be no way, those two could ever mix. But Maggie cancelled the word 'should' from her vocabulary and Alice -- in her perfected grey-ness -- has always been attracted to perfect opposites.
So when Alice sat there, watching the still empty desk, from where Maggie once ruled the office for the short weeks she'd been with the company, she found herself feeling something she'd never really felt before. It almost was as if she were missing the sharp-tongued redhead. Though they haven't exchanged a word, Alice too uniform to be noticed by Maggie and Maggie too flamboyant to be approached by Alice, the grey mouse felt that Maggie's leaving left her with a hole in her heart. There was this one time, when they met. Alice was on her way to the printing office and held a few very important documents, waiting for the elevator, when out of the elevator came Maggie.
It was already later in the afternoon, so there was no way the redhead could have just been late to work. Alice knew exactly where she'd come from -- a hot, in-between-work date with the strikingly handsome man they both called their boss. Her hair looked more roughed than normal and her too white blouse for the too dark-red bra was awry. Their eyes met briefly, Alice knowing exactly what Maggie had been up to, even being able to smell the scent of sex on her and Maggie likewise knowing that Alice knew. She could still feel her wetness from when she'd orgasmed on her boss' prick. Thank God they used condoms -- one of the few rules, Maggie followed -- or otherwise she'd even have his sticky semen running down her legs, drying there until she got a chance to grab a shower. She felt dirty and in the look she exchanged with Alice she saw something, she'd never have expected of the otherwise grey woman. That maybe Alice would have liked to be the one making a mess of her...
Whenever Alice thought back to that moment, her heart would start to fasten it's beat. Her groins grew hot, when she thought of the fire she saw that day in Maggie's eyes. Yet far be it from her to admit, not even to herself, that there had some kind of kindling been going on with her. She kept her fantasies at bay, still firmly convinced, that there was nothing left in this world, that could move her indifferent soul. Maggie had no such inhibitions. In fact she started imagining, how she'd draw out the mouse to play. When she thought of that glint in Alice's eyes, she grew hot and bothered as well, and for the first time, there was something, that she denied herself: Giving in to the fantasy of being the one drawn out. So only Maggie knew why she really quit her job. Not because they'd set the building on fire, but because she couldn't stand being near Alice any longer.
In the midst of her non-daydream of Maggie, Alice was disturbed by her boss. She found it hard to look him in the eye, ever since Maggie left. He'd never been the same afterwards, as if the redhead had taken his fire with her. He was having trouble with his superintendents for reduced work-performance and it was obvious he had the blues.
Rumours were that he was even divorcing his wife. When he asked Alice, whether she had the report ready, he wasn't even really paying attention. 'Poor thing', she thought to herself, 'it's not his fault that Maggie left him destroyed.' She burned so hot no ordinary man would be left intact after an encounter with her. Alice even met another two men, that Maggie had had her fun with during her time at the company. They weren't in as bad a shape as the boss was, but still they were pretty roughed up.
