There could be anyone in the lift at Mamamia HQ. Anyone.
The cool guys who work at the design company upstairs with their miniature dogs.
Or, you might get to pitch Mia Freedman your story of the day while trying not to be dazzled by her sequinned tutu.
Or, you know, you could find yourself standing next to a passing celebrity, like sugar-free Sarah Wilson, when your arms are full of Allens’ lollies.
That's what happened to Clare Gerber.
Which is the weirdest thing. Because last week, she had an, um, awkward encounter with Andrew Daddo in there, too...
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