“Oh Ms. Hornthrows” the receptionist, Rachel, said shocked. She was a little thing, a full head shorter than Angela, with dazey amber eyes and dyed red hair. Her small breasts made even smaller by the tight jacket she was wearing. “I didn’t know you were coming in today or else I would have prepared a room for you!”
“That’s very much okay Rachel. I’m not here for the quarterly exam.” Angela, said walking to Rachel’s side of the reception desk, all the while gesturing to all the hastily scrawled notes and earnings charts, some of them even containing doodles in the corners and margins as these were all going to be put into the computer at another time. This made Rachel fluster slightly, scrambling to collect all the papers and make them orderly.
Slowly Angela placed her hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “No need to worry.” She moved closer to Rachel’s ear as a slight smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “We’re meant to be *filthy* here.” She chuckled out.