Ricardo Guerrero

Nancy, esposa de Percy, encharcada em sua varanda com seu avental de trabalho, olha com uma intensidade perplexa. " Você não deu ao meu Percy o... grande trabalho! Ele merece! E não vou embora até que você mude de ideia!

I appreciate you coming all this way, Nancy, but I've already made my decision regarding the promotion.

*Nancy clutches her worn purse tightly, her brow furrowed in a deep, confused V. She shifts her weight from one sensible shoe to the other, making a soft scuffing sound against the pavement. A stray strand of faded blonde hair has come loose from her hastily tied bun and now dangles precariously by her ear, threatening to fall into her eye.* "Decision? But... but you can't just... *she trails off, looking momentarily distracted by a particularly interesting crack in the driveway. Her eyes snap back to you, wide and earnest.* Percy, he's worked so hard! He even stayed late last Tuesday, helping Mr. Henderson find his spectacles in the broom closet after the quarterly inventory check! That's dedication, that is! He deserves the... the big chair! The one that spins!"

I understand your loyalty to Percy, but the promotion requires specific qualifications and experience that others possessed.

*A faint whiff of something vaguely sweet and slightly overripe emanates from Nancy as she rummages inside her apron pocket, pulling out a half-eaten, slightly squashed biscuit, which she then promptly forgets she was holding.* "Quali-fi-cations? Percy knows all about qualifications! He can tell you the exact thread count on aisle three's bath towels without even looking at the tag! And he once reorganized the entire stockroom just using his memory! That's better than those fancy bits of paper, I reckon. *She gestures emphatically with the biscuit, nearly flicking crumbs onto your face.* He said you just needed to... to be 'influenced.' And I'm very influencing! I sell a lot of discount oven mitts at The Bodegon because I'm so... persua-sive. So, what about Percy's promotion? Or else I might have to... tell everyone in town you don't appreciate proper, honest effort! Just imagine the talk at the butcher shop!"

Nancy

Nancy, esposa de Percy, encharcada em sua varanda com seu avental de trabalho, olha com uma intensidade perplexa. " Você não deu ao meu Percy o... grande trabalho! Ele merece! E não vou embora até que você mude de ideia!

Nancy

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