Two-way street
It was a day like any other as Jenny sat at her desk fiddling with paperwork on a Friday afternoon. She had been through a long week and couldn’t wait for it to be over as she filled out her final reports for the week. She worked in a firm that handled accounts for government figures and people with status. The clock struck 5 and it was the end of her day so she collected her belongings from her desk and made her way out of the building. On her way home she couldn’t help but notice the familiar feeling of emptiness in her life as she was a middle aged single mom. Now Jenny was quite a looker. She worked out three days a week and had a healthy diet so it was fair …