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care.” Bob laughs at
this statement and shrugs his shoulders. We all know it to be true, Bob has a
huge crush on Ben.    
    My BlackBerry vibrates on the table
and silences them for a few seconds. It’s a text from Ben.
    Ben: Have a great day at work. I miss you already and you’re right...My
boss is an asshole. Working too hard already. Shoulda called in sick .
    I beam and text him back quickly.
    Me: At least your boss is hot as hell. Mine is a menopausal control
freak. Miss you, too. See you tonight.
    When I finish they are both staring
at me with intent and even though I love them both dearly I don’t want an early
morning lecture regarding my sex life.
    I met Melinda and Bob when we were
all hired six years ago to comprise a new public relations team at Ellie Regan
P.R. We became inseparable, all of us having nothing better to do than throw
ourselves into our entry-level jobs, booze it up after work and enjoy each
other’s company. They are my family and we tease and torment, laugh and cry,
love and hate each other with such potency it’s no wonder everyone else in the
office avoids us. Both Melinda and Bob are Southern California natives and they
pretty much embody everything you imagine that to be. If I met either of them
on the street I probably wouldn’t even consider talking to them. They are
completely out of my realm of reality, but that’s what makes our friendship so
bonded, so different.
    Melinda is the epitome of a
California girl. She’s from Laguna Beach. Her family, so wealthy that I can’t
even begin to fathom the amount of money, yet she sits next to me at our monetarily
amazing job that doesn’t even cover the rent on her Los Angeles high rise
penthouse. She is overly blonde, overly skinny, overly tanned, always over the
top. Her boobs are fake, along with her nose and excessively plumped lips. She
bears an uncanny resemblance to a Barbie. She is manicured, pedicured, bleached
and waxed on a regular schedule. She is the total opposite of me. The first day
we met she ran her index finger down the length of my nose, taking me by surprise.
“Oh my God! I wish I had known you when I got my nose done. Yours is so perfect
and cute. Damn it!” Those were the first words she said to me and to this day
she still stands by them. In spite of all of these things, she’s caring and
kind, but when crossed or backed into a corner she can turn on you rather
quickly. And something no one would know by her outward appearance, she will
always be the smartest person in the room. When I say smart, I mean crazy
smart, like solving-quadratic-equations-long-division-in-your-head-knows-every-U.S.-President-in-order
smart, which sometimes leads to a battle of wits with anyone who is willing to
challenge her. But she can play dumb to beat the band. I adore her.
    Then there’s Bob. The only man I know
who can make premature gray look as sexy as George Clooney. It suits him at twenty-nine
years old, along with his strategically grown stubbly beard and fitted designer
suits. He’s tall and thin, but muscular, a natural runway model and a total
disappointment to women. Melinda and I love to watch the faces of women when
they realize he’s gay. All he has to do is utter a few simple words and their
smiles drop away, along with all their hopes and dreams of finding the ideal
man. In my eyes he is the ideal man. He wants nothing from me except friendship
and he loves me regardless of my mass of faults. He’s funny, crass and vulgar. Bob
is everything to me, a father, a brother, a best friend and he makes me feel
safe. He can throw a punch better than any straight man I know. I witnessed him
knock out a guy twice his size at a club one night, because the guy got a bit
too fresh for Melinda’s liking. He’d do anything for the two of us and we feel
the same.
    Ellie bustles into the office, all
flowing red hair and file folders. For once, I’m happy she has arrived. Her
suit is too tight around her middle and she’s