Posts tagged ‘Angela Fox’

May 11th, 2018

The Fashionable but Painful Path to a Doctorate

A ruthless business owner takes unusual steps to get what she wants

By Angela Fox

My intercom buzzed.  I thumbed the button and said, “Yes Madge?”

“Miss Robbins, Mrs Morton has arrived. She doesn’t have an appointment but she says you were expecting her?”

“Ahh, yes. Good. Send her in would you, and I apologise for not notifying you. It had slipped my mind.”

Janet Morton was my personnel manager and company security officer, all rolled into one. She had been with me from the early days and, though having little interest in fashion herself, had been one of my best friends at school. She had originally started her own headhunting company and then, as my own business ‘Strut Fashion’ took off, she had come to work for me full time as my business grew and I needed more people.
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February 27th, 2018

The Hot Tottie

A Sequel to ‘The Cane Event’, two sisters get what they ask for.

By Angela Fox

With two illustrations by the author

Diana Mason stood in her living room bay window watching the snow that was now drifting down. Just half an hour ago it had been blowing a blizzard but now the wind seemed to have died. It was two o’clock in the afternoon and she had just come in from doing her grocery shopping for the week. She hadn’t bothered to dig the car out, and instead had elected to walk the one mile to the village through snow that was fifteen inches deep. She was very fit and in excellent health and it had been good for her system, though she could have done without the blizzard with almost white-out conditions on the return journey. There had been no traffic on the road and the last two hundred yards up the steep lane had been a bit gruelling, not to mention cold.
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February 18th, 2018

The Cane Event

When a school abolishes corporal punishment, the results aren’t always what you expect.

By Angela Fox

With an illustration by the author

Matron Diana Mason smiled to herself as she saw the fifth former, Cathy Davis, walking across the school playing fields towards her office in the school sanatorium. Obviously the little second year, Anthea, had succeeded in her mission to seek out Cathy and given her the message that Matron would like to see her. Matron needed to do only one thing before Cathy arrived. She went to a cabinet next to her bookcase, retrieved an item and lay it to one side of her ink blotter where Cathy’s medical record lay open at the most recent page. The item was off to the side but Matron knew that Cathy would not be able to ignore it when she arrived.
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January 22nd, 2018

Scream Test

Two nurses find a way of boosting their income

By Angela Fox

Chapter 1 Opportunities

“Hello Lynne, may I join you?”

I was in the hospital cafeteria eating my salad and I glanced up from my plate to see Anne Jenkins, who was the ward Sister on the third floor, starting to pull a chair out from the table where I was already eating my lunch. Anne was an acquaintance I had known for a couple of years though I generally only saw her when I delivered one of the patients from the casualty department, where I worked, to her floor.

I smiled and said, “Please. Join me. I could use some company.”
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December 9th, 2017

Four O’clock in the Headmistress’s Lair

A girl’s experience in the headmistress’s study. By a new writer to us, with the grahic illustrations also by the author

By Angela Fox

‘Friday afternoon at four o’clock, and once again I am sitting on this hard chair,’ I thought. ‘Why do I do this to myself?’ I wasn’t given long to ponder. Within a minute the so-called traffic light outside her door turned from red, meaning do not disturb, to green, directing whoever was waiting on this damned chair to knock on the door for entry.

I stood up, smoothed my gymslip into place, making sure the broad knife- edged box pleats were perfect and prayed my hair was neat and tidy. Then I nervously knocked on the door and, when I saw the white sign below the traffic lights blink ‘Enter’, I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the heavy door open.
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