By James R. Edgerton
Copyright © 2009-2013 by James R. Edgerton
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Ellen had a secret. In all of the world, it was something only she knew. That was how she wanted it. And her worst fear was that somehow, someday, her secret might be exposed. And her most secret desire was that somehow, someday, her secret might become known--and no longer be her secret any more.
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Ellen Sanders looked up from the book she was reading, still chewing a bite of her sandwich. Outside of her cube was a young man. He seemed to be about her age, twenty-three. Judging by the cube walls, he must be about 5'8" tall, which was how tall the cubes were. He was wearing slacks and a nice button down shirt with a solid color tie. In other words, he dressed like all of the other men she worked with who had not ascended the management ladder. A management position seemed to require a jacket. She had actually checked the employee manual once and there was no mention of ties or suit coats.