I was again late for work, mondays are always like this. This morning i woke up with massive hangover and sore body. I totally knew going for the party on sunday night is not a good idea. But my friends had to be so persuasive. damn!! i missed the elevator. I think today i will be receiving my termination letter.
See i am Harlett Jones, 22 year old, fresh out of the colege, and got the job in a reputative company. And all my friends are still unemployed so they party almost every night and snatch me from my apartment whenever possible. My best friend Lisa came to my apartment last night and persuaded me to go in a party with her. She was wearing short red one pc which reached just below her butts and also she made me wear same one piece in black color. we got that dress last year for the party to impress certain boys. Well you see that dress what you call slutty outfit. But we got what we want. We are evils.
Well party last night was blast, nice booz, sexy boys, loud music, what else do you need. i even got a awesome quickie in the host bedroom with some guy, whose name i forgot. you will think i m slut, well i dont care everybody has their needs and i have mine. I dont believe in long term relationships, i get what need and then goodbye!!..
finally, elevator opened, i quickily got in and pressed 17 . I was hoping my boss would be late today. But that sexy ass was never late before. My boss is a sexy piece of ass, sometimes i wish i smack that butt but He will totally fire me.
As we reached 5 floor, Mr. clark step in. Hes best friend with my boss Alan. He passed me award winning smile there is some spark in his eyes, but today that smile also cannot save me. As we reached 9 floor Mr clarks spoke up, "Good morning Ms. jones, i see you are late for work.". Well i cant reply 'obviously'. Thats why i just said, "Good morning Mr. clarks, yes, i slept some extra minutes", with my apologetical smile.
He seems to have find amusement in my misery, and replied with the chuckle. Mr. clark spoke,"Well i wish Alan would be in a good mood. He becomes moody if he wont get his work done."
"I wish same", i replied hopefully. We finally reached 17 floor. We both exited and make our way to my impending death. Just as i sat on my chair, I saw I have 15 messages from my boss. Shitt..!!. Well i wish Mr. clark will lower his temp abit.
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Alas after 3 hours Mr. clark, emerged out of the office, with satisfied grin on his sexy lips. I think he got want he want thats why hes looking satisfied and relaxed. as he passed by me, he shoot me a wink and said "I tried my best he willl not fire you, but no more parties sunday night with so much alcohol."
I was looking at him wide eyed as i recall he was the guy who i had quickie with. since the realisation dawned on me, my face got bright red and i cant be able to hide my embarrasement. "I...you... I am s..orry", i stuttered. You know how embarassing is having a sex with your collegue, with proper strip and lap dance and when you dont even remember him. Well i was out of control i cant help it. His grin got wider and eyes sparkled, "Well, since you now remember, i must say that was the sexiest strip dance i ever saw".
I thought my face cannot turn more red but that statement just proved it wrong. My office phone saved me from further embarrasement , hastily replied "Ex...excuse me." and pick up the phone. Confronting Mr. alan seems safe now besides having conversation with Mr. clarks. For god sake, i dont even know his first name.
Alan commanded me to come to his office with his coffee. huh... I owe him, he saved me. i made his latte and turned to go to his office. As i enetered, i got greeted by half amused half angry boss. i eagerly started explaining,"sorry sir , i slept overtimr, and it will not be repeated again, Sorry Alan". He preffered to called Alan since he just took over the business from his father and is only 27 year old.
