“Welcome to the Cartwright Corporation,” I proudly say as I open the double doors for Penelope, the cold air from the building whooshing from behind me and blows all over her face.
Never gets old, I tell myself as Penelope walks inside the building wearing a ponytail, her black-framed glasses, and a tight yet formal grey coat and grey skirt while carrying her signature binder. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to be as impressed as I thought she’d be as she walks casually inside with a straight face.
“Nice building,” she casually mentions as she heads to the elevator, and I’m left staring at her voluptuous backside, which is not a bad consolation prize in and of itself when she’s wearing a tight grey-skirt under her grey coat and a white undershirt.
