The first of a series of fictional stories based on interactions with various redditors.
Crystal Mallory was sitting in her office on the 3rd floor. The room was decwntly big enough to have her more than adequate desk, 2 chairs for visitors, a dated but attractive love seat, and a pair of well stocked book shelves filled with files, portfolios, and a collection of her favorite books. On the wall next to her open door hung her black blazer and a bright red sun hat. It was almost 2pm on this sunny Thursday, and she was looking forward to an evening out with friends and colleagues at an upscale bar in downtown Phoenix to celebrate one of her coworkers recent engagements. She sat in her chair wishing the day would hurry along in a sleak red jumper with gold accents aligned in rows running down the front of it. Her pattent black pumps shimmered in the afternoon sun as one of them dangled from the toes of her crossed legs. She wasnt normally one for social outings, and preferred to instead spend her nights at the local boxing gym to release stress and expend the exess energy of the day. She was by no means a pro, but would happily go a few rounds with the other members of the gym. She had even fought in a few late night, questionably legal, matches. The ods were always against her, but she was there for the thrill, not the titles.