I've been working at Tannon & Co. for the past five years. It's a run of the mill financial strategy company that's been doing pretty well through the financially tough times. It's been a hell of a lot of work, and a lot of late nights but in the end it's paid off. What I'm saying is that I hate my job. I hate my job for everything it's worth, except for one thing.
A year ago, the company decided it needed a new image. The new thing it was going for was young and restless. Like the soap opera. It fired many long term employees of 10 years or more and started hiring these young, just-out-of-college finance majors who agreed to work long hours if they got paid a little extra for overtime. Which in turn saved the company quite a bit of money, and made things here in the office that much more beautiful. These young naΓ―ve college graduates with their fresh minds and fresh bodies were roaming the halls of Tannon & Co. once again.
Her name was Stephanie. A full blooded Korean hottie. Straight from some prestigious private school, in which her GPA and her extra-curriculars had outshined any other potential applicants for her position. She was excellent at whatever she attempted. She worked under a senior associate down the hall who had her do common intern tasks like making copies and getting coffee. But whenever she was given a chance to do something outside the box, she would always excel. She was ten times more intelligent than any of the other newly employed. The other girls would wear these short, tight business skirts and open up their blouses one too many buttons. And sure, they'd get the attention of half the male employees, but they couldn't hold a candle to the woman that Stephanie was.
The first time I saw her, I could have mistaken her for some marketing ploy to post beautiful girls on our next poster in downtown Manhattan. I did, in fact, do that very thing until I saw her take orders from the old, fat, and balding man from down the hall. She gladly accepted her tasks as she gracefully moved from the paper closet to the copier to begin the mundane task that was completely beneath her.
Man, I would love to be beneath her.
She separated herself from the other girls. They wore skin tight skirts and almost see-through blouses everyday to work. Pretty much whatever The Hills would tell them to wear. It almost seemed as though they were only here for the chance at making a couple hundred thousand on a sexual harassment suit that they were desperately begging for.
Stephanie dressed herself like a professional, and carried herself like there was nothing that would stop her. Her beautiful body cased up like a non-discloser inside trade packed into a luxury leather briefcase. Occasionally I would pretend to refill my cup of coffee just for the chance of see her bend over and pick up a brand new ream of pearl-white resume paper. Her ass was fantastic to stare at. The kind of ass that would beef itself up as it bends at the waist, like you could actually see the cheeks spreading apart for your enjoyment. Her face was smooth and brilliant, and her features were sharp like her eyes could cut straight through you.
I only really saw her a couple times a day. The best times would be when we leave the building at night and she would ride the same elevator as me. We were on the 43rd floor and the elevator would get pretty crowded around 6pm at night, and I would always try and stand as close as I could to Stephanie without being too conspicuous.
One night, the fat, balding man had a deal that he was trying to close on in the next couple days and he had her stay late with him to finalize all the paper work. I saw her in the copier room, sighing heavily, with sweat beading on her neck. I decided to wait out the work day to see if she could use any help that I would give in a heartbeat. I went up to her and said, "Workin' hard?"
"Nothing that I can't handle", she replied.
"Well if it ever does get too much for you to handle, just come on down to my office in 4307 and let me know if I can help.", I wish I would've said.
"Awesome." I actually replied.
She smiled and continued on her way. Damn, she's so good looking. And so put together. She could have anything and anyone she wants.
I saw the old man give her the wave to end the day and I packed up my things as quickly as possible to catch the next elevator as her. I walked quietly behind her watching that perfect ass move from side to side with each step. We smiled quaintly at each other while we were waiting for the elevator to come up from the ground floor. Finally it came, and I held the door open for her. "My lady..." I said with what I'm sure was the most corny expression I've ever held on my face. After a moment she replied, "Why thank you kind sir." Thank god she had played along. Too bad I hadn't noticed that the elevator was still going up.
The next floor was marked was 64. 21 floors, just me and her in a small elevator with my incredibly daft small talk skills.
"Umm, I ...the elevator's going... uh..." I stuttered
"So, you're new in the building?" I asked.