Out of the Rut

   Ms. Sniper was a secretary at some non-descript law-firmlike all the others across America.  Her boss was the famous Mr. Richard Wilson, a billionaire.  Each day was basically the same.  She woke up at 5:27, ate approximately 200 cheerios with skim milk, dressed in a bland suit, brushed her teeth, and left her flat. 

   At work Ms. Sniper sat in a blue swivel chair, turned to her computer, and typed up Mr.  Wilson's schedule.  She then proceeded to answer the phone, arrange appointments, and force herself to smile at visitors.  At 4:00 p.m. Sniper left the building and took the subway home.

   This was when something went wrong.  Usually, she would simply eat food, read, and then go to sleep, but this time when she arrived home she realized something.  Her life was boring!  Unremarkable!  Absolutely disappointing!  It had to change.

   Sniper went to bed early, and in the morning she ate Froot Loops,  dressed in a pretty yellow sundress, and even sprayed a little perfume on herself.  She felt better already!

   When she arrived at work, she smiled sunnily at Megan, an intern.

   "Good morning, Megan!  How are you on this beautiful morning?" she almost sang out.

   "Oh!  Good morning, Ms. Sniper." Megan squeaked, utterly surprised at this new development.  She wondered how such a dull woman had become so happy.

   "Please, call me Lily." And with that, Ms. Sniper-no!-Lily pranced to her desk.

   Lily hummed a sunny tune, and started on her work.  Every visitor who came thought to themselves. How lovely their secretary is!  This must be a great establishment.  Lily was oblivious to this, as she was absolutely absorbed in her work.  Then, Mr. Wilson came out of his office.

   "Ms. Sniper, I need you to fax this to Mrs. Blake, my lawyer." he grumbled, without looking up.

   "Yes, sir.  Do you need anything else?" she said, joy filling her voice.

   Mr. Wilson was rather surprised by this tone from his usually boring, if reliable, secretary.  Who he saw was not who he was looking for.  This woman resembled his dull little secretary as much as a swan resembled a mouse.  

   This woman had short, dark hair,  a pretty dress, and a sunny disposition.

   "Ms. Sniper, is that you?" he gasped.

   "Yes, but please call me Lily." she smiled.

   "I see.  Lily, would you care to go eat lunch with me?" Mr. Wilson asked. "And please call me Richard."

   "O-oh! Sure, I'd love to."  she beamed.

   So, they did.