Under Ms. O’Brien
Thursday morning I finish cleaning out my office and report to the executive floor. I have not seen Becky... now Ms. O’Brien... in days. The new Senior Vice President of JWW Enterprises looks ravishing as always. Yet it’s her comportment that most impresses... so calm, cool and commanding though not yet attaining age thirty.
It must be having a naked and chaste stepbrother, serving her in every manner, which relieves one of the stress of everyday life... perhaps not a reasonable conclusion. But for sure, oral servitude on demand must have some redeeming elements.
I congratulate in person on her promotion. My unctuous words do not impress.
“You’re late, Ryan. Starting time in the installation side of the business is early. I’ll want you here at 7:30 a.m. sharp, coffee
