“Come in!” I called out, as I sat with the phone, on hold. The door opened and in walked Kathryn, green eyes flashing and that wicked playful look that seemed to always surround her.
Having grown bored with the hold music, I hung up to see what was on her mind. Kathryn had joined the office a couple of years before. Highly attractive and fiercely competitive, she had quickly become well respected. I had taken her under my wing, quickly showing her the ropes and she had now become my closest competitor. We also had become fast friends.
“What’s up?” I asked her, as I saw the playful look give way to nervousness. Kathryn walked over in front of my desk lazily dragging her hand across the leather back of the chair normally reserved for guests. “John I….” She began then stopped, “We have….uh”
Faltering again.
Seeing her distress I got up and walked around to her, pulling her chair out I guided her into it and started to walk back to my seat. “Kathy relax! It’s me John. Whatever’s bothering you will be fine. I mean hell if you can get me through my divorce there can’t be anything I wouldn’t be able to help you with. Now tell me what’s on your mind.