Post by arnbjorn on Sept 30, 2013 15:32:02 GMT -8
"Saw that new guy waltzing in here this morning?"
"Who? The blonde?"
"Yes, that one."
"Gosh, what an idiot..."
"I know, right? 'Show me the way to the security offices, and hurry - I'm friends with your boss' ....jeez."
"Don't mention it again, please."
"I won't, no worries. But anyway ... I need to sort in some files that came in earlier. Caf after work?"
"Sure! Usual place, usual time?"
"Yep!"
"Okay, see ya!"[/color]
She kept a firm grip on the folder in her right hand while she was walking down the dimly lit corridor, hips swaying in rhythm with each step, stretching the slightly too tight pencil skirt from under which two long, nylon tights-clad legs stuck out. The sound of her high heels echoed through the hallway as she drew closer to her destination - a rather unspectacular door at the end of the same hallway. Just a few steps left. A turned doorknob. A large room filled with a maze of file cabinets. Without hesitation she turned left, passed the first few cabinets on her way to the section labelled with a large "H". Her skinny hands routinely opened the cabinet and began to browse through the files already placed in there, searching for the correct spot for the one in her right hand ... when suddenly her routine was violently broken. A small slip. A falling folder. Sheets of paper all over the floor.
A loud sigh. "Great ... now I can put all those back in the correct ord-..."
She kneeled down to pick the sheets up.
A raised eyebrow. "Waaait ... that's Mister 'Imsofuckingimportant'. Huh."
"Who? The blonde?"
"Yes, that one."
"Gosh, what an idiot..."
"I know, right? 'Show me the way to the security offices, and hurry - I'm friends with your boss' ....jeez."
"Don't mention it again, please."
"I won't, no worries. But anyway ... I need to sort in some files that came in earlier. Caf after work?"
"Sure! Usual place, usual time?"
"Yep!"
"Okay, see ya!"[/color]
She kept a firm grip on the folder in her right hand while she was walking down the dimly lit corridor, hips swaying in rhythm with each step, stretching the slightly too tight pencil skirt from under which two long, nylon tights-clad legs stuck out. The sound of her high heels echoed through the hallway as she drew closer to her destination - a rather unspectacular door at the end of the same hallway. Just a few steps left. A turned doorknob. A large room filled with a maze of file cabinets. Without hesitation she turned left, passed the first few cabinets on her way to the section labelled with a large "H". Her skinny hands routinely opened the cabinet and began to browse through the files already placed in there, searching for the correct spot for the one in her right hand ... when suddenly her routine was violently broken. A small slip. A falling folder. Sheets of paper all over the floor.
A loud sigh. "Great ... now I can put all those back in the correct ord-..."
She kneeled down to pick the sheets up.
A raised eyebrow. "Waaait ... that's Mister 'Imsofuckingimportant'. Huh."
Weighs the same as a duck.