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approached the Reception desk. Sure that the receptionist would be distracted for a while, Abigail slipped away and round to the side door of the building where her male colleagues were waiting for her. She flashed them all a huge grin, pushing out her generous tits and then urged one of the guys, Harry, to open the door.
    Quickly, they headed outside and round to the front of the building, and the car park. There stood Mackenzie’s bike, in all its khaki green splendour.
    â€œOkay,” Abigail said, glancing over towards the front door of the building to make sure Mackenzie wasn’t on her way out. “Let’s get going.”
    The other two guys moved towards the bike immediately, but Harry hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. “I don’t know, Abigail. Is this a good idea? She could get us arrested or something, couldn’t she? And why exactly are we moving her bike?”
    Abigail sighed heavily, putting her hands on her hips. She could hardly tell the truth — that she wanted to get her own back because Mackenzie had been such a bitch to her — so instead she reiterated, as patiently as possible, the story she’d told them earlier. “It’s just a joke, Harry. It’s April Fool’s Day, remember? It’ll just wind Mackenzie up, that’s all. Of course we won’t get arrested. You’re being a tad melodramatic there, don’t you think?”
    In actual fact, Abigail didn’t think Harry was exaggerating at all. She alone — having watched the redhead so often — knew how much the bike meant to Mackenzie and that she would probably hit the proverbial roof when she saw it was gone. Especially since she had taken the keys with her, so whoever had taken it had to have pushed it, or loaded it onto a truck — no easy task. Normally, of course, she was in and out of the office building with her deliveries in a few minutes so that would be virtually impossible, but today she was probably still standing at the Reception desk waiting for someone to show up. Maybe eventually she’d stick her head through the double doors into the office to find someone to sign for the parcel.
    And by the time she got back to the car park, her pride and joy would be gone. It would only be around the side of the building, of course, but Mackenzie wasn’t to know that.
    By now, the men had the bike surrounded. Thankfully, the courier hadn’t locked the steering, otherwise it would have meant lifting the front wheel to get the vehicle to move anywhere except in circles. Two of the men took a handlebar each, and Harry, over his misgivings by now, stood at the back, his hands on the rack beneath the box that held the parcels Mackenzie was due to deliver that day.
    â€œOkay?” Abigail said, crossing her arms across her front and grinning widely. “Let’s get going, guys. She is gonna freak !” Her words came out sounding perhaps a little too excited, but since the boys were now busily pushing the heavy motorcycle across the car park, they didn’t take too much notice. Once they got some momentum going, they were a little quicker, but it didn’t stop Abigail repeatedly glancing back to the main doors to make sure a furious Mackenzie wasn’t stomping across the car park to kill them all.
    An illicit thrill ran through Abigail. This was absolutely, unequivocally, the most genius plan she’d ever concocted. Not that she made a habit of playing tricks on people, but then generally people weren’t unpleasant to her, and therefore didn’t deserve it.
    Soon, the four of them and the bike were safely ensconced around the side of the office building, out of sight. Abigail turned to the men, grinning. “Thanks guys. You go on in. I don’t want you to get into trouble if the boss man comes down. And if he does, just tell him I’m in the bathroom with women’s troubles. He won’t question that.”
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