Danielle<
As the elevator doors slid open, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. I knew I had transcriptions waiting for me, but beyond that, I had no idea what Mr. Grant had in mind.
Would he put me to work, as usual, or would he put me flat on my back?
I grinned at the thought.
My new heels clicked on the marble as I approached my desk. A package sat on my chair, smartly wrapped in silver paper. There was a post-it on top, with instructions written in sharpie.
“Come to my office immediately and present the viz on your desk.”
I exhaled sharply. Well, then. I suppose I should get in there. Boss’ orders.
But instead of rushing to him, I took my time, setting the box next to me as I logged in to my computer, punched in for the day, then checked my inbox for urg
