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Her bulging eyes bonded with the snow-white paper that sat in her typewriter. finally , her tanned hands met with the machine and finished off her article on cooking, ‘Miss Betty.’ Her talent was extraordinary, she was very swell with her job, but when her boss walked into the room, a handsome young man in vast size, half her concentration flew out of the room. His sun-shinning blue eyes made her as stiff as stone, his glowing hair made her drool like a puppy, every breathe, every step, every stare he took struck an arrow through her, but not through her heart. Not a single soul knew about the secret appointments that took place in Gabriel’s office. The joy that sat inside of her gut when he put his wet lips around her own, clutching her breast with his right hand, was nothing she ever felt. No one had noticed, not even after his death. When the news was spread she could not stop the vibrating inside of hr, the grief, the confusion. She asked the same question to herself over and over again, who on earth would want to murder Gabriel Quint with a cooking knife? Her face turned to Sarah bewildered, merely thinking the same thing over. Emily’s head turned to the wall with it hanging dead off her shoulder, and out of the blues Sarah’s mouth slowly opened saying:

“ I wonder, who would want to kill Mr. Quint?”