Secret Santa gave me a choker.
It was leather, with an adjustable buckle and a ring attached. I’d seen girls wear this type of thing on Tumblr. It was sexy, but it was too risqué for the office, no? The collar came with a handwritten note: *Dear Jacqueline Fenhurst, I hope you like your gift. Please wear it as soon as you see this.* I smiled. Is someone playing a trick on me? I placed it in my handbag. I couldn’t wait to take selfies with it once when I was home.
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There was a fresh note on my desk the next morning. *Didn’t I tell you to wear the choker?* Jeez. I scanned the office. The handwriting was surely too neat for a guy? Why is he – or she – so desperate to see me wear it? Motivated by both fear and curiousity, I picked up my handbag and headed for the ladies to put it on.
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As a new starter, I went to the meeting room regularly for training sessions with my supervisors. This time I was with Meilin, the Chinese girl who interviewed me for the job. She seemed nice enough, though seemingly subject to mood changes.