I am sitting in my work van eating my lunch when my phone rings. It seems that one of the remote sales ladies is having trouble logging into the system from home. Since it’s my job to maintain all the remote workers, I open a trouble ticket, set the GPS, and head toward her house.
The drive was pretty uneventful. As I arrive at her place, I ascend the long, winding driveway that levels off at a fancy hilltop house. It looks very out-of-place for the area. It’s all glass-and-beam construction, with views of the whole city. There’s one car in the driveway, some two-seat roadster. I assume this is going to be the usual overly-entitled, impatient client that barks at me the whole time I am working.
Still taking in the scenery, I ring the doorbell. I hear the door open, but my back is to the door (I’m still looking around). As I turn around, I am greeted by a pair of stunning blue eyes, framed by locks of flowing red hair. She couldn’t be 5ft tall, probably about 35 years old, and perfect curves too. She had on a red, low-cut top that accented her tremendous natural breasts, and a black skirt that showed off her perfectly toned legs. I think I might be staring a little too long, when she says “Hi, I’m Sam, you must be here to fix my computer!” she says with a bubbly smile.