It started off as most days do. You walk into the office half-asleep, despite the pint and a half of coffee you had drank on the way to work the fog of morning was nowhere near lifting.
Alex, the cute receptionist in the lobby, smiles at you as you walk past her desk. The tight, white blouse she is wearing does little to conceal her large breasts. It is open a button to low, maybe, and your eyes wandered down her torso.
“Good morning”, she says as you walk past.
“Good Morning”, or something close to it you mumble as you walk by. You walk to your desk as the afterimage of her slightly unbuttoned blouse plays in your mind. But, you have to get to work. You still had to place the order for next month’s supplies. You hadn’t done it yesterday and it is due to purchasing by noon. You sit down in your cubicle, power up your computer, and get to work. Glancing back and forth between the order sheets each of the groups had turned in and the spreadsheet that was going to purchasing, it takes a while to notice that you have a new email. You open it.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Underwear
Guess what I’m not wearing?
-Alex
Instantly you start to get a little hard. Well, more than a little. But, you have to get this order done. You go back to the spreadsheet. One of the groups needed way more of one of the antibodies then they have ever ordered before. You have to get approval from you boss.
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