As they marched down the corridor, Felix appeared unable to speak to her, or look at her, or look anywhere else than at his buckskin oxford shoes, which to Maggie seemed suited less to a company director and more to a boarding-school sophomore hoping to persuade his girlfriend to try a wine spritzer and uncovered frottage. Maggie would have to have a footwear discussion with him later. In the meantime, she refused to let his anxiety dim her mood. Several of her young cubicle neighbors, including the gorgeous and extremely fashion conscious, if not exactly fashionable, Mackenzie, had complimented her

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