Angela walked into the office dressed as usual. Her long, dark hair tied back into a bun, white button up blouse, simple black business skirt, and sexy high heels.
"Ahh,Ang. You're finally here!!!"
With a sigh, Angela turn to face her employer of 5 years, Daniel Jones. He wasn't a bad looking man, in his early thirties, clean-shaven, and well dressed, she thought to herself.
"I need you to run these files down to the archives. These need to have copies made and the copies mailed to the highlighted addresses here and then run down to...." Even though she knew she should be paying attention to her handsome boss's agenda for her: she couldn't help but lose herself in his emerald green eyes.
"Ang, did you here me?" questioned Daniel, now looking concerned.
"Uh...archives, copies...um, could you repeat the last bit?"
"I need you to check my mail, and stop by my office, say around three, to go over my appointments for tomorrow."
"Got it boss." she said and quickly turned to her work. Although she couldn't help but stare at his ass as he turned and walked away.
*****
By three o'clock, her day had turned out to be much more busy than she anticipated. For one, there were almost one hundred files to mail out, and half the addresses were wrong- so she spent half the day on the phone.
Realizing what time it was, she hurried down to the archives, the buildings bottom floor. When she arrived, she found a note on the archivists desk that read "Out to Lunch...all files must be filed yourself, or dropped off at a later time, due to inventory. Thank you." Knowing she wouldn't be here later than 5, for she had a date with her sister, she was forced into filing them herself.
She phoned Daniel to tell him she would be late, but got his assistant instead, and found he was in an unplanned meeting. She hung up at set out of filing the documents.
