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The Greyhound splashed its way through the deep puddles on the rain-soaked streets and eased into its stand at the 8th Avenue Bus terminal and, finally with a hiss from the air brakes, came to a stop. The driver cut the engine and in the ensuing silence, made the unnecessary announcement...

Author’s Note: The success of my last attempt at writing from the male POV made me try this one. I wound up having to do some research, because I have never been to one of the large-scale company parties that I envision. They are only memories of what I see on television. I hope I am accurate...