Corseting, by Brandon Blackburn. Narrated by Ken Stoeffler.
Around midnight, pedestrians cutting through Olmstead Park in north Boston would sometimes look up to the west façade of the Feniston Building where a few lights in a few lonely offices on the eleventh floor were still burning, their luminescence quickly swallowed by the cloying night.  In one of these offices, Jim Staymin, Creative Director for Beantown Fashion, sat behind a small desk crowded with drafts of articles and photo sets, looking at the taskbar at the bottom of his PC screen, which gave the time as 

   


PM.  Marlene, his editor-in-chief, sat across the desk from him where she’d sat for most of the evening, mouth tight, eyes bright but emotionless, just as they’d been for as long as Jim had known her.  She was considering an objection Jim had just made, but considered it only momentarily before shaking her head and resuming her argument.  “All I’m saying,” she said, “is that I think a trip to the gym is in order for this young lady.”