As he strolled past Christy, the 21-year-old blond and beautiful clerk who assisted them, she smiled only slightly and nervously before scurrying off to run some errand. As he watched her leave, a nervous flutter hit his stomach and his attention turned away from Christy’s fine posterior and returned to his lateness. I’m in trouble today and she knows something, he thought. Oh shit.
Sitting down at his desk he felt a slight weakness of knees and dryness of mouth. Fired? No, he could not be getting fired because he would change, Ms. Malek, he really would. Please, please, please.
Switching his computer on with slightly sweaty hands, he watched the startup screens with disinterest. As he was opening his scheduler to see what he had to do today (and should have done yesterday), the boss-lady herself walked in.