The Prop Room
The Prop Room Another yawn escaped despite her best efforts. Darlene shook her head, tryingto stay awake. A glance at the clock showed 3pm. Two hours to go on a Fridayafternoon before a long holiday weekend. She was the last one in the smallaccounting office, covering for everyone else who had left early. Not eventhe phone was ringing, and she couldn't hear any activity out in the warehouse. She had been on the job for about three months. As the junior member of theback office staff she had...