Forced by my Boss
I sat at my desk diligently moving my fingers as fast as I could. I had to get the report on the Brinkman's deal in by five, or Adrian would probably fire me. I had been late with too many reports already this week, and I couldn't afford another one.
"Don't forget to slow down every now and then and let your fingers rest," my boss said from behind me.
My body jolted in surprise, and I rested my fingers on the keyboard, as I craned my neck backwards and looked up at him. He rested his hands on my bare shoulders. Maybe this top was inappropriate for work, but I liked it. It was summer, so a nice thin strap over the shoulders at the office never hurt anyone. At least not around here.
But now I was beginning to regret my decision.
"I should get back to work, Mr. Sorokina
