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Jessica still didn't know what to do. The job paid a huge salary, and had amazing hours, but she did not feel safe there, not at all. She felt violated somehow. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something odd is happening there. She remembers what she saw when she went to investigate the other floor. That must've had a connection to it someway. The feelings she had, the mysterious breaks, and the secrets were all enough to make her cast a lot of doubt on the companies creditability.

At Saturday afternoon, Jessica decided to go have dinner with a friend of hers who works at a different branch.

Jessica met her friend Sasha at a local bar and grill. Sasha had a makerover since Jessica had last seen her. Her friend used to have a short, straigh black bob cut that went down to her chin, slightly pale skin and a little bit of curves. Now, however, Sasha grew out her hair and died it bleach blonde. She also lost a lot of weight and looks much more fit. Jessica didn't want to ask about it, but it look like Sasha got a boob job as her breasts were not almost a D cup. She had to admit, her friend did look really good, and she could see that the men loved it.

"Hows come you don't like working there!?" Sasha asked confused.

"I dunno," Jessica sighed, "the place just seems... off putting. Yuh know what I mean?"

"Oh don't worry about that! I felt the same way at first! Now, I just LUUUHVE the place! I wouldn't wanna work anywhere else! I mean, oh my gawd. Oh, did you get promoted yet?"

Jessica looked at her friend suspiciously. She asked that as though a promotion is expected. "Why? Does everyone get them?" she asked.

Sasha made a crunched face, "Uhh, I mean... for those who work hard! Duhhh!"

"Well, yeah, I have been promoted."

Sasha relaxed right when Jessica finished her sentence. "Then why do you even worry! Don't worry, don't think about it, just don't think." Sasha went back to eating her food.

Jessica was struck by what her dear friend had said. She was too freaked out to press the matter anymore. She ate her dinner and made barely anymore small talk. Her friend didn't seem to mind, as she was too busy flirting with guys. If Jessica remembered correctly, Sasha still has a boyfriend.

That night, Jessica felt even more conflicted. She just did not want to return to work.