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Annabelle danced to the music playing on the overhead speakers as she walked through the store towards the office chairs section of the store, ignoring the strange looks she was getting. She was on a new mission for the Web. And this one? It was simple. She reached into her pocket and gave another look to the flyer.
“Sitting Is The New Smoking.”
Yep. Simple.
Breekon and Hope shrugged as she rolled her newly purchased acquisition over to their truck and they loaded it in. “We’ll make sure this gets to him.”
“Thank you.” Annabelle gave a little wave then skipped off to the bus stop, her skirt gently swishing in the breeze and, to the astute observer, shedding spiders wherever she walked.
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“You’ve got a package.”
“Hmm?” Jon looked up from his work. “Is that…?”
Martin shrugged. “It’s an office chair, yah.”
“Strange.” Jon stood up and walked over, hesitantly inspecting it. “Is there… anything… strange about it?”
“Not that I noticed. It just looks like a regular chair to me.”
“Hmm. I wonder why Elias would have ordered me a new chair?”
“Beats me. But I don’t even think it’s from Elias - it was delivered by a couple drivers along with some creepy spiderweb table.”
Jon nodded, still somewhat distracted by the chair. “Do you think… do you think it’s one of the ones that swivels?” He sat down and gave it a slight twist, laughing with delight as it spun around in a circle. “Whee!”
Martin raised an eyebrow and tried to hide his grin behind a hand with a fake yawn. “Don’t they all swivel, Jon?”
Jon looked at him, somewhat affronted.
“Uh, sorry sorry. Carry on.”
“Thank you.” Jon spun around in his chair again. “Whee!”