THE SEX TAPE (7)
I could not believe what I had just seen in the camera.
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The lady in the shirt navy blue skirt suit was familiar.
Angela Jackson.
Of all people to run into. I hadn’t seen her since high school. She was Sheila’s best friend. Work was the last place I wanted to have my high school memories catch up with me.
She was on the cheerleading squad with Sheila. They were best friends, and she couldn’t stand me. The girls on the cheerleading squad when I was in high school were mean. I couldn’t remember any fond memories of Angela. She was Sheila’s shadow. She looked great even after so many years.
“Hello Angela,” I said confidently.
One thing I would not let her do on my first day at a new job was run anything in or bring back high school memories.
“Hi, you are the new employee from out of state, how lucky,” she said. I tried to detect the tone on her voice, but knowing her, it was cold and unpleasant. She looked me up and down. She had not changed since high school. She had gained weight over the years. I looked on her ring finger, there was no ring, she probably never got married. Who would want to marry Angela…
