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1960 new york were just business workers

The phone rings. "Good day, this is Liyda Parker from Somalia Company. How may I assist you?"

(stranger) "I would like to cancel my subscription, if that is permissible."

"Certainly. Could you please provide your name, address, and credit or debit card number for verification purposes?"

My name is Valerie Lilly, and my address is 4988 Baker Street, Apartment 7. The debit card number is 7889 5997 49995. Thank you; everything is in order. I would like to request one additional item from you: would you be interested in obtaining a new card?

We can facilitate the transfer to a new card or assist you in switching to a different bank."Certainly, please proceed with the transfer. I will inform you via email once it has been completed. Wishing you a wonderful day. Thank you." With those final words, the phone call comes to an end, leaving Lydia feeling a sense of accomplishment. She stands up from her desk, smoothing down her blouse, and approaches her sister, Jane Parker, who is seated nearby, engrossed in her own work.

"Hello, Jane," Lydia greets her with a warm smile, hoping to lift her sister's spirits.

"Hi, sis," Jane replies, looking up briefly before returning her attention to her laptop. Just then, Vincent Trunchbull, their boss, strides into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. "The executives are on their way; today is the annual celebration at the Thornhill residence, now in its third year," he announces with a hint of pride, puffing out his chest as if the event were a personal achievement. After a moment of boasting about the preparations, he turns on his heel and returns to his desk, leaving the sisters to their conversation.

Lydia seizes the opportunity to bring up the forthcoming masquerade party that is part of the celebration. "You know, Jane, I really think you should come to the masquerade party. It could be fun!" she suggests enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jane, however, rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "It's absurd. I can't connect with them; we are nothing alike," she replies, her tone laced with frustration. The thought of mingling with the executives and their pretentiousness makes her uneasy.

Despite Jane's hesitance, Lydia remains undeterred. "But think about it! It's a chance to dress up, wear a mask, and just enjoy the evening. You might even have a good time!" she insists, her voice filled with optimism.

With a resigned sigh, Jane finally relents, "Alright, I suppose I can go." The words come out reluctantly, but there's a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Lydia's face lights up with joy at her sister's agreement. "Wonderful! Please pick me up at six," she replies, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. The prospect of sharing the evening with her sister fills her with anticipation, and she can't help but imagine the fun they might have together, even if Jane is still skeptical about the whole affair.