On the top floor (my old floor) nothing’s changed. Luckily, the grumpy secretary’s apparently gone to lunch. I walk up to Austin’s office, still preoccupied with Tanya’s comment. I need to ease the pressure. I stop in the middle of the corridor to regulate my breathing and close my eyes.
“Hee hee hee hee!”
I open my eyes wide at once! That ridiculous giggle wasn’t Austin. My heart is pounding as I gently open the office door. I want to see who’s responsible for such a soapy laugh…. Even if I have a pretty good idea whose it was.
Amanda Brown appears before me, through the half-open door. She’s on all fours! Her tight buttocks, molded perfectly into her pencil skirt, is facing… Austin! The perfect assistant is crawling around, picking up scattered sheets of paper from the floor.
