<?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>StrangeBrew on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/strangebrew/</link><description>Recent content in StrangeBrew on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/strangebrew/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Personal Assistant</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/personal-assistant/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/personal-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 – Purification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You will find your copy of the house rules on the dresser of your bedroom. 
I expect these to be known by heart and followed exactly.  Any rule
breaking and you will be punished in a manner I choose.  Are there
any questions?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ann stood on the marble floor in the entrance to the mansion listening
intently to the woman’s voice coming through the speaker in the wall. 
She was starting to wonder if accepting the personal assistant job to the
president of her company was a good idea.  Bill from accounting had
warned her the job would be tough, but the money was just too good to pass
up.  There was a rumor that the last assistant had retired after only
five years of working directly for Ms. Ainsley.  But Ann hadn’t heard
anything about punishments or stuff like that.  The annoyed voice
from the speaker snapped her attention back to the present however.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>