Another Inquest

"This bloody article. Diane this, Diane that, Diane the other. Diane, Diane, Diane. She might as well have written it herself" Debbi complained. "She did" Carol responded. "Why am I not surprised ?" Debbi cynically answered. Carol was losing patience with her boss. "It's your own fault. We've talked before about how you could easily leave for another job with your CV. And you didn't even complain to Jeff before the event this time."

"There's no point in complaining to him I've learned. It only annoys him and I end up doing it anyway" Debbi answered. "The MD and Eamon are too invested in the whole thing and they claim it's bringing good results."

"But what about leaving for another job ?" Carol repeated. "Before word spreads too far about your bimbo activities and damages your reputation as a serious business woman ?" she added perceptively. "I told you last time, I'm not going to let Diane win. Leave and she'll probably install that snooty cousin of hers Elizabeth that was on the graduate intake. You wanna work for her ?" Debbi retorted. "No, of course not. So you're just going to keep on getting your kit off every month and putting up with whatever indignity she wants to heap on you ?"

"Until I can come up with a plan" Debbi answered gloomily. "And you have any idea of a plan ?" asked Carol. "No" Debbi admitted. "If I want to stay she seems to have me boxed into a corner, what with having the ear of all the top management."

"Have you seen the photos on the web site ?" Carol wondered. "I'm not that much of a masochist" Debbi ruefully replied. "They're really High Def. You can clearly see you've got goose pimples when you've climbed out of the tank" Carol informed her. "Great" sighed Debbi.