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Author's note: This story hasn't even come close to being finished. I still have a beginning to it, and I'm still working on parts of it. It will all come together in time, but at this point in time, most of the story is just points of importance in the storyline. Feel free to comment about anything, from not understanding what's going on with the story to why anything's going on, or just to tell me what you think so far. Thanks for stopping by and reading!
  “Mattie, what’s going on that you needed to see me so soon?” I asked, Mattie shoving her sunglasses farther up the bridge of her nose. The similarities of our looks was uncanny, causing many people around is to think that we were twins. “Mackenna…” Mattie paused and took a deep breath. “I really think you should return to your life now,” was all she could say. I just gave her a look of disbelief. “What?!?! Return to my…” I trailed off, the people in the next booth watching me as my voice grew louder. I finally calmed down and looked back at Mattie, my face still harboring a look of astonishment. “Return to my life?!?” I whispered harshly, Mattie just shrugged. “You know this was only supposed to be temporary Mackenna. You know that I wasn’t to take on the rest of your life for you, I don’t get paid enough for that!” Mattie joked. I just gave her a look of utter amazement. “Wait a minute,” I said skeptically. “If everything’s going just fine, then why are you backing out now? Why did you decide to just give me a call and have me take over now that everything’s going so smoothly?” I questioned. “Because I think this is the perfect time to hand everything back to you! Would you rather I handed it back to you when everything was going wrong?” Mattie explained reasonably. I just sighed. “Look, I’ve gotten you through two years…what more do you want?” Mattie asked me. “Mattie…” I sighed. What more could I do? She was right: she had gotten me through two years of my life that I wasn’t there for. “Fine,” I sighed. “Tell me everything that’s gone on since then.” Mattie gave me a smile. “Well…”she began. * * * * * “First of all, you’re no longer at the bottom of the food chain in ad development,” Mattie started, her mouth full of lo mein noodles. “You’ve been promoted to Chief Executive of Ad Development Orientation, which basically means that you get to be the one who runs the meetings, listens to the ideas, and hands them into Lowry,” she explained. My hands dropped the carton of sweet and sour beef on my carpet, absolute shock on my face. “How can that be? I applied for that job three years ago, and they told me that the position couldn’t’ be filled unless I had two degrees under my belt! I only had a BA in Advertising!” I squeaked, slightly puzzled. “Well…” Mattie said for the umpteenth time that day. “You did get that second degree in marketing strategies…” Mattie trailed off. “And just how much did that set me back?!” I questioned, wide-eyed. “Uh, give or take somewhere near what you could easily make now in about a year, although you might have to throw a little overtime and a few extra assignments in…” Mattie stalled. “Mattie,” I looked at her soberly. “Just answer the question,” “About twenty-five grand?” Mattie gave a small smile. “Twenty-five grand? Twenty-five grand?!?! Are you NUTS?!?! What did you think that money in my bank account was for, petty cash?!” I yelped, Mattie looking slightly worried. “Mackenna, you did get the position,” Mattie reminded me. “Mattie, you spent twenty-five grand of my inheritance to get a position in some crappy company that I did not want to spend the rest of my life in,” I explained. I could feel one of those patented “Mackenna Migraines” kick in. “Well, you never really gave the agency specifics on what you wanted to do with your job,” Mattie looked apologetic. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to think of the best possible situation if I were to stay with Lowry’s company. “Okay, look, I over-reacted a little. I’m sorry. It’s just…I was trying to hold onto that money so I could get a bidder’s share when the next NHL expansion team was looking for a buyer. A good investment you know,” I added reasonably. Mattie let out a groan and then looked at me with a hopeful face, biting her lip all the while. “That’s another thing I was meaning to talk to you about,” Mattie began, turning her chopsticks through her fingers. “You stopped watching and paying attention to hockey all together,” Mattie mumbled. My jaw dropped as I raised to my feet as quickly as possible. “WHAT?!?!?” I cried, my eyes about to pop right out of my head. “Oh my God!” I stammered, my knees buckling as I plopped onto the couch. “Well, it just wasn’t helping your persona! I mean, because of your avid sports watching, I couldn’t get a decent date to save my life! All those guys thought that I was just good for bets and swinging by the bar on game night,” Mattie spat out. “Mattie, isn’t there something in the rules of the agency that you can’t alter someone’s personality?” I looked helplessly at her. “No,” Mattie answered slowly. I let out a groan as I fell to the couch once more, my head pulsating painfully. “You mean, I lost twenty-five thousand dollars, all of my friends, my dog, my personality as we know it…” I trailed off. “Your boyfriend too,’ Mattie mumbled once more. “My boyfriend of two years,” I added through clenched teeth. “My dreams, my life…all for some sorry excuse of a career and a few decent dates?!? Oh no no no! I am not taking my life back,” I stated as I grabbed my coat and began to walk to the door. “Mackenna, you need to stay!” Mattie pleaded. “There’s more you don’t know about!” my eyes went as wide as they could go as I tried to swallow all of what she just said. “More?” I half coughed, half laughed. “More?! You have more information about how you took over my life like some body-snatching alien that totally altered every fiber of my being?!? What more could there possibly be? I murdered somebody, had to do hard time? Signed my life away to some cult? Gave the rest of my inheritance away to the Hair club for men for further study research? Donated every organ in my body to medical science in two weeks? Threw my parents in a bottomless pit?” I questioned irrationally. “How can I put this delicately…you’re sort of engaged to be married,” Mattie looked away from me, ashamed. “Oh, that’s all! I thought you had me indited to the Supreme Courts for mail fraud!” I hollered out sarcastically. “Lemme guess, you also got a hold of that controlling, egotistical, maniacal, all-knowing hose beast they call my mother, didn’t you?” I accused. Mattie just nodded. “Well, I had to get help with the wedding arrangements somehow!” Mattie defended herself. “Oh dear God, how can this be happening?” I sobbed, falling to the floor. “It’s really not that bad if you think about it!” Mattie attempted cheerily. “You’ve got an excellent career that pays quite well, you’re finally friends with your mother, although that falling out must’ve been terrible,” she trailed off. “But you’ve got a great man behind you!” she smiled hopefully. I just gave her a somber look. “So what do I need to know about this guy before I say ‘I do’ and commit my life away?” I questioned, annoyed. “Well, your mother thinks he’s a wonderful man…” Mattie started. “I hate him already,” I tell her cynically. “He’s smart, he’s witty, and he loves kids…” Mattie continued on with he list of pros. “And he is how old?” I questioned. Mattie gave a sheepish smile. “Thirty-nine?” Mattie questioned once more, my patience snapping in two finally. “I’m only twenty-seven for God’s sake!” I cried out, Mattie looking as though she was about to cry. “Yeah he likes kids! I guess! Where the hell did you meet this guy?!?” I inquired loudly. “At a marketing and research conference,” Mattie answered honestly. “Oh great, a marketing and research conference. Lemme guess, bald, over-weight, wears glasses, been divorced from his estranged wife for about five years, and has two kids,” I shook my head, knowing the types that went to those conferences. Lowry would always send my team to those things just to humiliate us. “Well, not exactly,” Mattie gave a small chuckle, and then sighed. “He’s been divorced for ten years, has three kids, and has quite a physique I assure you,” Mattie gave a far off smile. “Then why don’t you marry him!” I shot back, Mattie snapping away from her dream world. “Because he knows me as Mackenna, and he’s not as bad as you think he is,” Mattie tried to assure me once more. “Mattie, I don’t have time for some stupid commitment like this! I wasn’t even planning on getting married…EVER,” I explained, Mattie’s eyes growing wide. "So what were you planning to do with the rest of your life? Throw all your money away on some stupid sports teams, stay single and spend the rest of your nights out with your buddies at the sports bar?!” Mattie retorted. “Yes!” I shot out, as though she had just listed off all my prayers, a look of happiness on my face. Mattie just sighed. “Well, I can’t really back you out of this one,” Mattie said hopelessly. “You’re damn straight. I’m screwed,” I sighed, sitting on the couch next to her. “Well, we’ve got to get you back on schedule,” Mattie said lamely. “The agency says that the best thing to do for the first two weeks is to alternate days. I’ll go in for the first two days and clear everything up. You have a presentation on Monday anyway, and you don’t know the material, so I’ll just cover that for you,” Mattie scheduled out. I was somewhat zoned out, still wondering how I took all these new steps in my life and I didn’t even know about them. “I’m going to give you Wednesday so you can get back in the swing of things…you’ve got a new office and everything!” Mattie said brightly. I just stared blankly at her. “Come on Mackenna, it’s not that bad,” Mattie tried to assure once more. "Yeah, not for you. You get to bail out after you leave me all these problems,” I tell her gloomily. “It’s exactly what you did before you left two years ago,” Mattie pointed out. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone to that agency! Everything’s too good to be true!” I sighed once more. “Well, look, you’ve gotta stay here with me until I leave back to the agency. Get a feel for your house again,” Mattie suggested. “Just one question, with did you do with all the sports paraphernalia on the walls?” I questioned, a curious look on my face. “Oh, that,” Mattie answered, slightly occupied with her daily planner. “I gave it all to Brandon, for his cousin’s sports shop,” Mattie looked up as a squeak escaped my throat and I fell to my knees. “Mattie, those things were worth a lot of money! I had the last team picture of the Pittsburgh Penguins featuring Mario Lemieux before he retired! I had a misprinted poster that read “Florida Panthers, 1996 Stanley Cup champions! Do you know how hard those things are to come by?!?!” I looked like I was going to go on a homicidal rampage in a minute. “Relax Mackenna, they’re probably still at the shop,” Mattie scoffed. “Yeah. Sure. Okay.” I answered sarcastically. “Mackenna, we’ve got to work together on this, okay? We don’t have time to be having misplaced aneurysms about a few posters missing off the walls,” Mattie said strongly. I gave an evil glare for an answer back. “Come on, if you’re going to take over your life again, you’ve got to get in on the plans,’ Mattie explained reasonably. “I don’t want my life back,” I answered sharply. “Mackenna, it’s no time to be playing around,” Mattie scolded me like a young child. “Mattie, you ruined my life! Okay, I know that’s not the nicest thing to say to someone you don’t really know, but you literally ruined my life! I’m now stuck in some crappy job until the day I retire, and now I have a fiancé that I know nothing about, I don’t have any of my friends, I don’t have any of my hockey stuff…this is exactly what my nightmares are made of. I have officially entered Hell!” I gave a psychotic laugh. “Really Mackenna, you should be paying attention to this,” Mattie said seriously. “Fine, I get Wednesday, that you’ve already told me,” I sigh. My mind was still having a hard time contemplating just how I lost everything without even being there. “No matter what the circumstance, we cannot be seen together. People will start getting suspicious,” Mattie declared. “Yeah, as if they haven’t been getting suspicious enough with you giving away everything that makes me who I am,” I muttered, Mattie shooting me a look. “Mackenna,” Mattie warned. I sighed and swallowed tightly. “Anyway, as you get to know your co-workers once again, the office will be seeing less of me and more of you. You get to officially take over in two weeks, this Saturday. Your wedding will be in three weeks, at the Resort,” Mattie confirmed, dread filling my body. “You’ve already picked out the dress, your bridesmaids are Carolyn, Tammy, Melissa and Gerry. Robert has your ring, and he already has his best man, and the ushers. Oh yeah, your colors are lavender and pale yellow, your maid of honor is Rachel, and mother is setting up the floral arrangements and the catering,” Mattie finished off. I just stood there, staring blankly at her. “Mackenna?” Mattie looked at me with wonder. “The person you are attempting to reach can no longer be contacted. She has found herself to be in a state of shock and cannot be pulled out of it at this present time, thank you for calling though,” I answered, a mocking tone in my voice. “You’ll be fine!” Mattie answered with a genuine smile, her arm around my shoulders. * * * * * “Mackenna! Nice presentation Monday!” Some jerk in a three-piece suit gave a pat on the back to me as I walked out of my office. “Oh please Barry, you don’t have to suck up that much,” I answered sweetly, his face filled with a look of astonishment. Finally, without knowing what to say, he left. I had been in the office for four hours now, and it wasn’t getting any easier. Suddenly, I had these ‘all-important’ deadlines that dealt with the company heads, and I wasn’t allowed to mingle with the ‘commoners’ that worked in the cubicles, despite the fact that I was one two years ago. “Bye now!” I smiled, a syrupy tone in my voice as he wandered back down the hall, baffled. “Mackenna, Lowry needs to see you in his office immediately,” Richard stuck his head in the door of my office, giving me a sultry look. “Too bad you’re getting married… we had some great times going out,” he whispered as I walked out of the doorway. “Now tell me again…Robbie? Uh, was that the week that I had to take my insomnia medication? You know, I get real delusional, and then I think I’m Lorena Bobbitt…but if I recall correctly, there wasn’t that much you were going to be missing, was there Randy?” I gave my sincerest smile as I waltzed out of the doorway, Richard giving me a repeat of the look I just received from Barry. “Touché,” Richard coughed out as I walked down the hall to Lowry’s office. “Dolinger,” Lowry greeted me. “Have a seat,” he motioned to chairs in front of his desk. “So what’s up today Chief?” I greeted him with a grin as I took a seat in a chair. Lowry just gave a confused look and continued on. “Mackenna, I really liked the ideas you were throwing around on Monday’s meeting…” Lowry began. “Doesn’t the rest of my fan club?” I muttered sarcastically. “Come again?” Lowry asked, befuddled. “Oh nothing,” I answered with a laugh. “Continue on Chief,” I said happily. “Mackenna, what’s with this ‘Chief’ thing?” Lowry looked baffled. I almost went into hysterics just watching those bushy eyebrows of his raise into an arc. “We gotta know each other better if we’re going to work as one big happy family, right Chief? So we gotta give each other nick names, you know, like ‘Ace’, or ‘Tiger’, ‘Sport’ or something,” I answered reasonably, trying my hardest to keep a straight face despite my own maniacal suggestion. “Right…one big happy family…isn’t that what a corporation should be?” Lowry gave a warm smile, as if he had just thought of my cosmic suggestion himself, and it made perfect sense. “Good thinking Mackenna! Always on your toes!” Lowry said proudly. “Continuing on though…your next presentation seems to be a little…hassled,” Lowry started up with the serious talk again. “Well Chief, it’s because I have a wedding to worry about,” I tried to sound as up beat about it as I could. “I understand Dolinger. It takes time to find the right man, and I’m glad you found him…just don’t let your work suffer for it, all right? You’re the Chief Executive of Ad Development Orientation now, the head of the class. We can’t have you turning in four star work when you could be doing five now, could we?” He gave me a condescending smile. I returned the favor by giving him a sickly-sweet one. “Well then…uh, ‘Sport’, we’re on the same chapter!” Lowry shook my hand as I got up to leave. “Thanks for the pep talk Chief! Next time, why don’t you ask our little cheerleader Barry to join in on the rally, huh?” I smiled cheerfully as I walked out of his office. “Oh, and thanks for the nick name tip!” Lowry called out. “Sucker,” I muttered under my breath as I walked back to my office, an evil grin on my face. Lunch hour was coming around the corner quick, and I was starving. The cafeteria always had some good chicken salad sandwiches, so I decided to head down there. “Oh look, it’s the snob who thinks she’s too good to return our phone calls or say ‘hi’ to us even,” my old friend Aaron piped up as I stood in line at the cafeteria. “But I am better than you!’ I protested jokingly. “After all, when I was a baby, my pampers were premium,” I laughed, getting a chuckle out of the guys. “Wow guys, I think she’s finally woken up from that coma!” Ryan teased. “So where the hell have you been Mackenna?” Darrel pondered as I sat down at the lunch table with the guys…something I hadn’t done in two years. “Giving trivial suggestions to Lowry and holding octopus Richard back with the threat of a visit from the pencil police,” I answered, all the guys nodding and saying “Ahh!”, as if they really knew what I meant. “No, where have you been these past few months?” Patrick inquired, not getting a straight look from me. “I’ve been here, where else do you think I’ve been?” I answered awkwardly. “Knocking off some banks in Tijuana while you sent a clone into work!” Matt laughed, setting the rest of the guys off. I gave a phony laugh. If only they knew how close they were. “Yeah, those clones, I tell ya, a dime a dozen!” I joked, the guys laughing once more. “So what did you do with your clone McKenna?” Aaron gave me an amused look. “Uh, she’s knocking off banks in Tijuana?” I offered, send Pat and Ryan into hysterics. Matt patted Aaron and Ryan on the shoulder as he got up from the table, Anthony following him. “She’s definitely back fellas,” was all Matt could say through his laughter. “They’re disposable!” I answered like it was no problem. “All you have to do is shoot them with one of those disintegrating alien guns, or say something sarcastic and they disappear,” I say with a shrug and a smile. “No wonder they’re so cheap!” Ryan laughed. For the first time in a year, I gave a genuine smile. “Hey Mackenna, yours must die on you on a daily basis!” Pat teased. I gave a grin and a sigh, happy to ham it up in front of my friends again. “I lose more clones that way,’ I say dramatically. “If I wasn’t sarcastic, I wouldn’t be working at this hellhole right now, would I?” I say with a sincere tone to my voice, setting the guys off again. “Hey, we’re glad you’re working at this hellhole! We wouldn’t have entertainment without you!” Darrel chimed. I gave a grin, a slight heat rising to my cheeks. “Aww, you made her blush!” Ryan teased. “Shuddup!” I giggled back. “You’re just lucky my clone’s not here, she wouldn’t have taken this kind of abuse!” I tease. I knew it was the God’s honest truth though. Mattie wouldn’t of come down here to eat lunch anyway, but what did I care? I wasn’t Mattie, and if it was going to be my life again, then I was going to take it back full force. “Well chumps, I gotta hit. I have some important ‘Chief something or other’ stuff to do,” I said with a happy sigh. The guys gave me a few more chuckles as I walked up from the table to throw my trash away. “Nice seeing you again Mackenna…hope this wasn’t that once in a year visit,” Aaron called out after me. “Oh, and guys? Don’t be surprised if tomorrow, Lowry’s going around calling everybody pet names. He’s…really into that sort of thing now. You know, corporations being big happy families and all,” I gave I wicked smile as I left the cafeteria back to my office. “You’re pure evil Mackenna!” Patrick called to me, setting the guys off once more. “It’s the only way I know how to be!” I answered with a grin. * * * * * “No…no Aaron, I can’t go out tonight. I just can’t. My fiancé wouldn’t like it much…I told you that already…I don’t care about the game! No…look, I’ll talk to you at work, all right? Good-bye!” I walked into the kitchen while Mattie hastily hung up the phone, giving me one of the dirtiest looks. “McKenna?” Mattie smiled sweetly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Yeah, sure, what’s up?” I asked, grabbing an orange out of the fridge. “Well, first of all, I don’t want you spoiling dinner, so put the orange away,” Mattie suggested. I just gave a joking laugh. “You’re funny! You almost sounded like my mother! Stop it already, will ya? You’re giving me the creeps,” I tell her with a chuckle. “Mackenna, what’s going on with this Aaron business?” Mattie cut straight to the point. I just gave a look of surprise, then shrugged. “I went down the lunch room yesterday, had a bite to eat and met up with a few friends there on the way, why?” I asked. Mattie was sure making a big deal out of it. “Mackenna, didn’t I tell you that you no longer like hockey? You don’t watch it anymore, you stopped going to the bar and watching it with your friends…and most importantly, you stopped hanging out with your guy friends, all of them.” Mattie stated crisply. “Look, you may have, but I haven’t,” I retorted, Mattie’s face looking completely shocked. “Mackenna, we already discussed this! You have to follow with what you’ve been set up with for the last two years! You can’t just go changing it because you feel like it! That’s not the way this works! Now you’re going to get everybody confused!” Mattie exploded. * * * * * And that’s how she totally ruined my life, as I knew it. Just like that. I mean, I knew that Mattie didn’t like associating herself as me with the people I usually hung out with, but just because she was in the corporate world now didn’t mean she had to act all glamorous or anything. Hell, I never did. But it irked me how she completely re-arranged everything. Everything. Little did she know though that I was about to take my life back in full, with or without her permission. * * * * * “So are we on for tonight?” Ryan smiled at me, then gave me a wink. Lately, we had been seeing a lot more of each other than just in the office and at the sports bar. I just gave a wicked grin back, deciding to let my smart aleck side show. “What are you talking about? I don’t remember saying anything about going on a date with you!” I tease, Ryan’s eyes going wide with comedic shock. “Oh really? You don’t remember that?” he questioned, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nope, sorry. You must have been speaking with my clone again,” I sigh dramatically. “Mackenna, how many clones do you have?” Ryan asked playfully. “You really wanna know?” I dared him, Ryan nodding his head vigorously. “I have one for each state and country…that way all my Mackenna’s can do my work internationally,” I tell him with an honest tone, Ryan about to bust up in laughter. “Weren’t you wondering how I get all my work done so quickly and efficiently? I mean, I sincerely doubt that any person alive could do that so quickly…” I trail off. “But oops, I’ve said too much already! Let me just call my clone and ask her if you scheduled a date with her tonight, okay?” At this point, Ryan finally folded over laughing so hard. “You are a nut, I swear!” he managed to say through fits of laughter. “No, people just find my honesty refreshing,” I tell him in mock somberness. “Yeah, whatever!” Ryan calmed his laughing down somewhat as he looked me straight in the eyes with his grin still in place. “So are you going to call that clone of yours so I can get that date tonight, or am I going to have to be alone tonight?” he asked smoothly. I gave him a devilish grin and sighed. “Well, if you want my clone that bad…” I begin to dial my home phone number. “Or you could go ahead and tell your clone to finish whatever you were supposed to be doing and you could come with me instead,” Ryan suggested honestly. I gave a smile to him as the phone finally stopped ringing and Mattie picked up. “Hello?” Mattie’s voice droned tiredly. “Hey Mackenna, it’s Mackenna…I’m just wondering if you scheduled a date with Ryan tonight that I’m not fully aware of,” I gave a look over at Ryan as his eyes almost burst out of his head. “Mackenna, who’s there with you? “ Mattie asked with a concerned yet terrified voice. “Just answer the question!” I give a laugh. “Mackenna, this is so not funny…if your little boyfriend finds out what’s going on with the agency…if my fiance finds out…” Mattie trailed off, sounding upset. “Just did you or not?” I ask again. I knew that I was being a royal brat about this whole thing, and I shouldn’t have carried it as far as I did, but I couldn’t stop. This was my way of getting back at Mattie for taking my life away from me, and that was all I could think at that time, and not how it could get me into trouble. “You know that I don’t associate myself with your ex-friends!” Mattie cried out. “And that’s all that I needed to know, thank you!” I said brightly, hanging up the phone. “You are so full of it!” Ryan accused, laughing as I got off the phone with Mattie. “What do you mean?” I acted as though I had no idea what he was talking about “Calling your house! What, you teach Gordie how to answer the phone?” Ryan challenged. “No, that was my clone,” I tell him honestly. “Uh-huh, your clone,” Ryan mimicked. “It was!” I defended, Ryan just nodding and looking at me like I was a lunatic. “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since your clone declined my invitation,” Ryan teased. I smiled and put my arm through his as he led me out the door. * * * * * * "You have got to be joking!” I hollered out. “There is no way in hell that he should’ve got that instigation penalty! Look at him! He’s innocent!” I complain, Ryan cracking up. “Face it Mackenna, your team is the losing team tonight,” Ryan smiled wickedly as I slumped back on the stool. “Yeah, well at least my Bruins, Av’s and Senators won tonight,” I point out happily, holding my hand out to Ryan. “What, you wanna dance?” he teased, getting a dirty look from me. “No, it’s just that somebody owes me money,” I said nonchalantly. “Can I just pay for dinner instead?” Ryan looked at hopefully. “Ha ha! Funny! Cough it up buster,” I taunt, holding my hand out still. “Your girlfriend stiffin’ ya there pal?” the bartender questioned lightly as Ryan slaps two twenties in my hand with a groan. “What can I say? I’m a psychic,” I smiled sweetly. “You, a psychic?” the bartender questioned once more. I just nodded my head. “Who’s gonna win tonight?” he asked, the score reading Phoenix 1, Carolina 3. “Phoenix,” I predicted, Ryan and the bartender looking at each other and about to laugh. “Why do you say Phoenix?” Ryan asked me. I rolled my eyes and gave a sigh, signaling that men knew nothing. “Well, there’s a period and a half still to go in the game. I predict that somehow the defense of the ‘Canes is going to shift man to man instead of the box, and that’s when you’re basically screwed in your own zone. When it hits about this time in the game, the ‘Canes start slowing down because they don’t have any real young legs to carry them through the rest of the second and third period. Well, Tkachuk, being the mighty captain that he is, is going to tell the team to pull their heads out of their asses, and get some production going. My guess is that as usual, they’ll pull themselves together, and tie it if at least not win it. My true prediction is that they’ll tie it mid third, keep pushing till the very end, and then in the beginning of overtime, they’re gonna get a goal and win the game 4-3,” I concluded. “You a sports writer or something? “ the bartender looked amazed, as if he had never heard a woman ramble on about the game like that. “Ha! I wish! I could see every game, get locker room passes, autographs galore…” I rambled, Ryan and the bartender smiling. “Nah, I’m stuck in Corporate Hell instead,” I muttered. “You should go out for sports writing or something,” the bartender urged, getting a small smile out of me. “I’m not sure I’d want to make a job out of something I love so much. I might end up hating it,” I offered, the bartender nodding. “You gotta admit though, you are pretty good at what you say and do,” Ryan quipped. “Well, we can’t win them all, can we?” I sighed once more, getting up as I paid the bill and we left.
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