<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Allatex on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/allatex/</link><description>Recent content in Allatex on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/allatex/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Last Role</title><link>/stories/2006/07/21/her-last-role/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/21/her-last-role/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finding the address had been simple in it self, obviously no one was
supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the
shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting
till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business
that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short while later she saw her ex-manger leave the warehouse and drive
off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manger, was that she thought
he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything, until
the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the
number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty
co over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Suzies New Job</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tales from the &amp;lsquo;Something Special boutique&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She hadn&amp;rsquo;t really wanted the job but at the interview
she found that the money was so good she would have to have been insane
to turn it down, so on Monday morning she reported for work at the new
boutique in the local town. The shop itself was just like any other sort
of shop except that the clothes it sold were made from either leather or
even more kinky, rubber!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Suzies New Job</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tales from the &amp;lsquo;Something Special boutique&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She hadn&amp;rsquo;t really wanted the job but at the interview
she found that the money was so good she would have to have been insane
to turn it down, so on Monday morning she reported for work at the new
boutique in the local town. The shop itself was just like any other sort
of shop except that the clothes it sold were made from either leather or
even more kinky, rubber!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Suzies New Job</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tales from the &amp;lsquo;Something Special boutique&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She hadn&amp;rsquo;t really wanted the job but at the interview
she found that the money was so good she would have to have been insane
to turn it down, so on Monday morning she reported for work at the new
boutique in the local town. The shop itself was just like any other sort
of shop except that the clothes it sold were made from either leather or
even more kinky, rubber!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Suzies New Job</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/suzies-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tales from the &amp;lsquo;Something Special boutique&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She hadn&amp;rsquo;t really wanted the job but at the interview
she found that the money was so good she would have to have been insane
to turn it down, so on Monday morning she reported for work at the new
boutique in the local town. The shop itself was just like any other sort
of shop except that the clothes it sold were made from either leather or
even more kinky, rubber!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Assistant</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/the-new-assistant/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/the-new-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Barbara entered the box room she again smelt the same noxious
smell as before and soon realized that it was this smell giving her the
head ache, being some what nosy Barbara began to search for the source
of the pungent smell &amp;amp; was surprised to see it came from a wardrobe,
in the corner of the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once opened Barbara found that the cupboard
was empty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;What was causing the smell?&amp;rsquo; she thought and continued to examine
the cupboard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Assistant</title><link>/stories/2001/12/27/the-new-assistant/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/27/the-new-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Barbara entered the box room she again smelt the same noxious
smell as before and soon realized that it was this smell giving her the
head ache, being some what nosy Barbara began to search for the source
of the pungent smell &amp;amp; was surprised to see it came from a wardrobe,
in the corner of the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once opened Barbara found that the cupboard
was empty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;What was causing the smell?&amp;rsquo; she thought and continued to examine
the cupboard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unexpected Upgrade</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/an-unexpected-upgrade/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/an-unexpected-upgrade/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan arrived at work around nine o clock as normal, and let herself
in. She had just put the coffee-pot on when she saw Mr. Soames drive up
to his parking space behind the three-story building he had rented for
his business. He had rented a large building as he intended to sub let
some of the space out at a latter date, but for now the lower floor acted
as a reception area and the second floor office as his private office,
the upper story being left empty. As Susan sat at her desk and began to
type out some letters it was just like any other ordinary day, little did
Susan know what was in store for her and the changes that today would bring.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unexpected Upgrade</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/an-unexpected-upgrade/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/an-unexpected-upgrade/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan arrived at work around nine o clock as normal, and let herself
in. She had just put the coffee-pot on when she saw Mr. Soames drive up
to his parking space behind the three-story building he had rented for
his business. He had rented a large building as he intended to sub let
some of the space out at a latter date, but for now the lower floor acted
as a reception area and the second floor office as his private office,
the upper story being left empty. As Susan sat at her desk and began to
type out some letters it was just like any other ordinary day, little did
Susan know what was in store for her and the changes that today would bring.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hazel's Last Call</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/hazels-last-call/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/hazels-last-call/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;By the time hazel had reached the house it was beginning to get dark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh well only this one to do then its off home to a warm mug of coffee&amp;rdquo;
she thought to herself. Hazel had been a door-to-door canvasser selling
loft conversions and double-glazing for two years and really enjoyed meeting
new people.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So as she drove up to the large house which nestled in a small copse
just of the main road, she felt certain she could sell one of her companies
conversion kits, &amp;rsquo;especially here&amp;rsquo; she thought to herself. She was determined
to sell a conversion to these customers, as her boss had told her, &amp;ldquo;For
the last three years, they have had someone call to show them the latest
styles and prices, but no one has ever got the order, so as you are our
best, so head office has told me, you can have a go!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hazel's Last Call</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/hazels-last-call/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/hazels-last-call/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;By the time hazel had reached the house it was beginning to get dark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh well only this one to do then its off home to a warm mug of coffee&amp;rdquo;
she thought to herself. Hazel had been a door-to-door canvasser selling
loft conversions and double-glazing for two years and really enjoyed meeting
new people.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So as she drove up to the large house which nestled in a small copse
just of the main road, she felt certain she could sell one of her companies
conversion kits, &amp;rsquo;especially here&amp;rsquo; she thought to herself. She was determined
to sell a conversion to these customers, as her boss had told her, &amp;ldquo;For
the last three years, they have had someone call to show them the latest
styles and prices, but no one has ever got the order, so as you are our
best, so head office has told me, you can have a go!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Last Role</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finding the address had been simple in itself, obviously no one was
supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the
shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting
till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business
that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short while later she saw her ex-manager leave the warehouse and drive
off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manager, was that she thought
he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything. Until
the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the
number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty
company over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Last Role</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finding the address had been simple in itself, obviously no one was
supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the
shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting
till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business
that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short while later she saw her ex-manger leave the warehouse and drive
off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manger, was that she thought
he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything. Until
the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the
number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty
company over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Last Role</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/her-last-role/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finding the address had been simple in it self, obviously no one was
supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the
shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting
till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business
that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short while later she saw her ex-manger leave the warehouse and drive
off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manger, was that she thought
he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything, until
the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the
number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty
co over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Inheritance</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/the-inheritance/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/the-inheritance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So finally after a two-hour drive she pulled up on the drive of her
late uncles cottage. It was just as he had described it to her, sheltered
in a leafy lane 3 miles outside Middleton. Hurriedly she took her small
bag of clothes off the back seat and approached the door to the cottage,
as she walked to the cottage she though about her uncle and how much of
a surprise it was to be left everything in his will. She had only met her
uncle twice as far as she could remember, the last time was just over a
year ago when she had come to Middleton to bring him a present for his
50th birthday, and on that occasion had stayed at the local pub so she
could return to London early the next day. After a few seconds rummaging
about in her bag she found the string with the label and the keys on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Inheritance</title><link>/stories/2001/12/16/the-inheritance/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/16/the-inheritance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So finally after a two-hour drive she pulled up on the drive of her
late uncles cottage. It was just as he had described it to her, sheltered
in a leafy lane 3 miles outside Middleton. Hurriedly she took her small
bag of clothes off the back seat and approached the door to the cottage,
as she walked to the cottage she though about her uncle and how much of
a surprise it was to be left everything in his will. She had only met her
uncle twice as far as she could remember, the last time was just over a
year ago when she had come to Middleton to bring him a present for his
50th birthday, and on that occasion had stayed at the local pub so she
could return to London early the next day. After a few seconds rummaging
about in her bag she found the string with the label and the keys on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>