My New Cranberry Red Blazer

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Entry# 2

Dear Diary,

Poor Barb Hanson… I knew all along what had happened to her.

Stan had his CIA buddies throw her in some prison somewhere just so he could put her sexy red blazer on me to satisfy his fantasy. I only decided to go with it because I wanted to do something meaningful with my life, but you just can’t be sat in someone’s desk and take over their job…

There I was, freshly kidnapped, dressed in Barb’s fancy red blazer, and sitting at her desk at Exposition Reality.

Stan practically skipped on his way out the door, I’m sure he was imagining banging Barb. He just left me there alone in that huge office.

I didn’t know the first thing about being a realtor, but I wanted to learn more than anything. But before I could even find a book that would tell me the first thing about selling real estate I was confronted by the office manager and several other people I didn’t know, and who did not know me.

Stan the man putting in max effort here…

They started asking all these questions like, “Where’s Barb?” “Who are you?” blah blah blah… the office manager, a tall black man in his thirties named Karl, grabbed me and pulled me roughly into his office threatening to call the police.

Apparently Barb was liked at her office.

I was in real hot water now… I had no idea how I was going to explain this to the cops, like Stan or the CIA would admit to this…

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