Margaretheâs dear husband was out of the office--getting lunch, as he always did at this time, and heâd be an hour at least. Thank God. She was tired of him, tired of his demands, tired of playing house. She was much more interested in his intern... And Zelena was interested in her. No doubt it was exciting for the dear, mousy thing, having the attention of an older, glamorous, wealthy woman, and the bossâ wife, to boot. Margarethe almost envied her, really.
     Margarethe leaned on Zelenaâs desk. âMy husband said he needed some file or other from downstairs by the time he gets back.â The majority of the firmâs old files were stored in the basement--not a place where many people would willingly go. In fact, Margarethe was willing to bet that they would have it all to themselves for quite some time. âWhy donât we go fetch it?â