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rushed into the elevator and pressed the first button she saw. The doors swiftly closed, and Eleanor slumped against the walls gratefully.
    Then she felt a tugging sensation at her arm. Before she knew it, her jacket was whipped from her fingers and became jammed in the elevator doors. Then the alarms sounded.
    Eleanor groaned. She was stuck.
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    It was an hour before Eleanor was rescued. An hour in which she paced the confined area of the elevator floor continually. An hour in which she alternated between banging her head against her fist, and calling herself all kinds of fools. By the time the doors opened, Eleanor’s already frizzy hair had turned into an Afro, and her cheeks were as red as her T-shirt.
    â€œYours, I believe,” said the voice that Eleanor was coming to detest. She snatched her jacket from Charming’s hand and glared at him.
    â€œWhat are
you
still doing here?” she growled, forgetting for a moment that she was speaking to her boss.
    â€œI was waiting for the elevator to be fixed. As the boss, I have to take these kinds of things very seriously. I couldn’t leave without making sure a member of my staff was uninjured.”
    Eleanor checked for signs of sarcasm, but Charming’s face was a picture of sincerity. Although she thought she saw an inkling of amusement lurking in the depths of his blue eyes. Maybe she was mistaken.
    â€œWell, I’m fine, as you can see. Can’t say the same for my jacket, though.”
    â€œMaybe you’ll think twice before rushing into an elevator next time, hmm?”
    â€œEr, yes. Um, night then.”
    Charming nodded at her and walked away, leaving Eleanor free to poke out her tongue at his back.
    By the time Eleanor reached her cozy little home, she was seeing the funny side of things. Usually she was the least clumsy person around, yet on the two occasions when she had been in the vicinity of Charming, she had turned into a complete klutz.
    Bloody typical,
she thought with a frown.
If things keep going the way they’re going, I’ll be fired by the end of next week.

Chapter Three
    Thankfully, Eleanor had the weekend to recover from her latest catastrophe, and she used it wisely. Well, as wisely as most other people in her position would use it. She rented half a dozen classic movies, stocked up on wine and chocolates, and ordered a pizza three nights in a row. She also took the precaution of ignoring the phone and letting the answering machine do its job for once.
    She didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed when the red light refused to illuminate throughout the whole weekend.
    Monday morning arrived, and brought with it a renewed determination to prove her worth to the troublesome Max Charming. Unfortunately, it also brought a fresh breakout of pimples across her chin, courtesy of the recent pizza and chocolate overdose.
    â€œI could play dot-to-dot on these,” she sighed, as she was contemplating whether to use foundation or not. This was always a tricky decision; on the one hand, foundation would cover the worst of the pimply mess that currently covered half of her chin, but on the other hand, if she used foundation, said pimply mess would take longer to clear up.
    â€œMaybe I’ll just wear a polo-neck today. If I huddle into the collar, do you think anyone would notice?” she asked Muse, who was playing with one of Eleanor’s lipsticks on the vanity table. Muse paused in her kitty antics and pricked her ears.
    â€œMeow.”
    â€œYeah, you’re probably right. I’ll compromise and stick a bit of concealer on instead.”
    Eleanor quickly dove to rescue the lipstick that Muse had lazily flicked off the table, and threw it into her handbag.
    â€œWhy you can’t play with your own things is beyond me,” she muttered to the cat, who was now trying to chase a blusher brush.
    Muse gave Eleanor one of her best “haughty” looks and jumped to