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She advanced the slideshow, and up appeared a picture of Jennifer, my wife. I moved forward in my seat slightly, caught off guard. The picture was just showing her face, the sun shining through her hair, her brilliant teeth flashing at the camera. It was a great picture, but knowing it was Sandra showing me this sent a surge of concern through me, as if I knew deep down what she was about to do.

"This is your wife, Jennifer. Pretty as a peach, and sweet as can be." She affirmed. "I've met her, and yeah, she is as nice as everyone says. She is totally perfect wife material," she said, her lip curled up slightly, as if there was something insidious hidden within this seemingly sweet compliment. She advanced the slides forward to another picture, this one of Jennifer and Sandra, standing side-by-side at a Christmas party, smiling. "Girls sniff each other out immediately. And even a girl like Jennifer, the sweet perfect bossy lady, she had to know I was the office s