My cell phone buzzed as I drove to work, indicating a text message. Not being one to text and drive, I waited until I pulled to a stop in the parking lot to open the message. It was from Staci. She typed, "Thanks for an incredible time. Here's a little something to keep you interested." Staci had attached a photo taken after I'd left. She was again naked and on all fours, but her cell phone camera was focused on her reflection in a mirrored closet door showing that beautiful emerald green jewel decorating her sphincter. I saved the photo in the folder that contained the dozens of other images I'd taken the night before. I replied with an emoji of a smiley face winking at her and a text message, "You've piqued my interest once again.
When I entered the lobby, Janice greeted me, "Everything okay, Allen?"
I smiled as I approached her receptionist desk and said, "It may be time for me to start car shopping. Unfortunately, the damn thing wouldn't start this morning."
"I've got your phone messages here," she said.
I grabbed the stack of messages, headed for my desk, and dove in. I was on the third call when Fran tapped me on the shoulder. I turned toward her, and she gave me the sign to call her. I shook my head and watched as she slowly walked back toward her office. She was wearing a gray pinstriped skirt and matching jacket. The skirt had a modest slit in the middle of the back that drew my attention to her dark stockings and black stilettos. I wondered what her somewhat conservative outfit hid below.
I got halfway through my calls and decided to take a break and give Fran a call, dialing her extension and waiting for her to answer. "Can you hold for one moment," she said.
"Yes, that would be fine, Mr. Richman," I heard her say.
Apparently, I called her at the most inopportune time; Kevin Richman was in her office when I called.
"Nice timing," she said once she was alone in her office.
"Sorry about that; if I'd known Kevin was in your office, I'd have waited until he left," I answered.
"No need to apologize. You had no way of knowing he was here," she replied.
"Thanks, Hun," I said.
"So, you got here late today?" she asked.
I decided to keep my reason for being late to myself, so I continued my fib, "Damn car wouldn't start."
She giggled and answered, "I hope you don't have the same problem with your cock tonight."
"Trust me, that hod-rod is a finely tuned machine," I quickly shot back.
She laughed at my snappy come back.
"So, what was Kevin doing in your office?" I asked.
"He wants me to have lunch with him today," Fran replied.
Oh shit, if Richman tells her he's going to promote that sassy little tart from accounting to be Marge's permanent replacement, it could ruin the atmosphere tonight at happy hour, I thought.
"Did he say why?" I asked.
"No, but I have to assume it has something to do with who he will promote," Fran answered.
"Hopefully, we'll have something to celebrate tonight," I remarked.
"We'll see; either way, I'm still looking forward to a ride on your hot rod," she replied.
"I like the way you think," I answered.
"I should get going; I wanna touch up my make-up and perfume before lunch," she said.
"Call me when you get back," I said.
"You'll be the first," she answered before disconnecting our call.
I returned to the remaining stack of messages. I noticed Fran was standing just inside the lobby a short while later. I gave her a good luck thumbs-up sign just as Richman appeared from his office. She smiled to acknowledge my sign. It was eleven-forty-five as they walked out of view.
I finished my phone calls, went outside, grabbed a hot dog and Coke for lunch, and as one-thirty approached, wondered if perhaps Fran and Kevin had made a stop at some out-of-the-way motel to seal the deal. After all, if he were going to promote the accounting tart, it wouldn't take this long to inform Fran she was being demoted from her temporary position.
A little after two, I heard Janice's voice, "Mr. Richman, I have some phone messages for you."
"Thanks. Can you hold my calls for a little while longer," he replied.
I glanced toward the lobby just in time to watch Richman and Fran disappear into his private office.
I went back to work, knowing that Fran would fill me in on all the details of their lunch when she could.
She reappeared just before three, and as she slowly walked toward my desk, she broke into a huge smile. I knew instantly that she was our permanent office manager. She paused for a moment at my desk and softly said, "Can I see you in my office?"
"Sure, give me a minute," I replied. I finished the email I was typing, clicked send, and then headed to her office.
She was seated behind her desk and had removed her suit jacket hanging it over the back of her chair.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Come in and close the door," Fran replied.
She sounded serious, and when she asked me to sit down, I got a little worried.
As I settled into the chair and smiled at her, she began.
"First, I'm officially Marge's replacement. Kevin told me during lunch that it wasn't even close. I'm much more experienced than the other girl he was considering."
"That's great, congratulations," I said.
"We spent a considerable amount of time reviewing my responsibilities and duties as office manager," she explained.
"It's good to understand what's expected of you upfront. Is he still planning on having you accompany him to out-of-town conferences?" I asked.
Fran smiled and then explained, "No, he is creating a new position as his administrative assistant and promoting Amy Johnston to fill that job."
"Let me guess, Amy is the sexy little tart from accounting?" I asked.
"She is," she replied.
