LOVE A LA CARTE (Chapter One)
Long and slender in her tailored pencil skirt, Grace Lyndon stood on her executive desk, balancing in her fine designer heels, reaching for a burned-out light bulb in the fixture above her.
"You know there are people employed here specifically to do that sort of thing," Monic said, still in her lab coat as she marched into the open door.
"By the time a work request is made and someone gets around to it--" Grace removed the old bulb with her fingertips and began twisting in a new one.
"You're risking your neck, you know.