Click...click...click.
The click of her heels echoed throughout the parking lot. They boosted her five inches off the ground, helping her approach a six-foot height. The Manolo Blahnik brand heels, combined with her indigo dress suit, made her the sharpest looking person in all of Dixon County.
The tight skirt, just above her knees, confined her ability to stride, making her walk a bit like Mrs. Wiggins from The Carol Burnett Show. Her blouse was cut in a way to reveal just a hint of cleavage.
She did not carry her purse, but she did have a sample case, and also something in a white bag labeled Moonstruck Chocolates. Carol Mulis was a top pharmaceutical rep for Storey Pharmaceuticals, and she was on a mission. She was going to increase medical prescriptions assigned by the Dixon Medical Clinic by 25%. If she could insure that, she could guarantee herself of the next level bonus, well on her way to being the top marketing rep in Southeast Georgia.
Well, one of the top reps. Carol wasn't really sure where she ranked, but she knew she worked very hard. Her boss was supportive but always pushing her to do more. That's okay. Carol was used to that kind of pressure, having spent her youth trying to achieve in the pageant world. Her height of success was finishing in the top six at the Miss Georgia contest to send a representative to the Miss America Pageant. Her best outright victory was Miss Vidalia Onion in 2012.
She wondered what it might be like to enter a pageant now. At 25, she still retained her looks. Heck, in her humble opinion, she was hotter than ever. Why just ask any male doctor in Southeast Georgia! The job had certainly sharpened her powers of persuasion, enabling her to ply any trick she could.
She entered the crowded waiting room. There was a line of people at the reception window. There were at least a dozen kids sitting in the waiting room, sniffling and coughing. Maybe there was a flu outbreak at the schools. Carol was grateful for her robust immunity system, but even this was a bit much for her.
She boldly came up to the window, not bothering with waiting in line. She smiled at the receptionist. "Hey, Sandy! Busy day?"
Sandy smiled back, but not as broadly. "Yep, Carol. Flu making its rounds at Jefferson Davis Elementary School. Guess the flu shot didn't cover this one."
"Will Edwin be able to squeeze me in?" Edwin was the lead physician at the clinic. Most referred to him as Doc Ranger. Carol preferred calling Doctors by their first name, It suggested a more intimate and important connection.
Sandy looked Carol over from high heels to her straight, shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair. "I'll see. Meanwhile, have a seat."
"Thank you!" Carol said, in her chirpiest voice. Then she handed Sandy the Moonstruck bag through the open reception window. "Here's a little something to help make the staff's day a little brighter!"
Sandy took the bag. A nurse behind the Sandy squealed. "Oh, Lordy, Carol! You read my mind!"
Nope, Carol thought. I won't have to wait long at all.
Soon, she'll be showing Edwin the latest pain relief innovation from Storey. It was a new ADF (abuse-deterrent formula) opioid, one that Dr. Edwin Ranger could not help but feel more confident in prescribing.
She was already planning on how to spend her bonus.
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