It’s super early, and I’m the first one in the office, as usual. I unlock the front door and turn on light switches as I go. Stopping by my office for my favorite Star Trek Mug (Voyager), I make my way back to the kitchen to start the coffee pot.
Several minutes pass as I wait for the machine to brew. I spend the time thumbing slowly through Reddit.
“Oh, hey.”
“Gaa!” My phone goes flying and lands face down on the linoleum.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My face is beet red as I stoop to pick up my phone. It’s Brent from Sales. Brent from sales has never spoken to me before. You see, I’m Brenda from accounting. In accounting, I’m probably a 6. Maybe a little overweight if I’m honest, but with a nice face and blonde. Honestly, blonde and my tits probably give me at least a point and a half.
But Brent….Brent’s like a sales 8. Which is an accounting 12. He’s tall and good looking. And funny and charming. And…and everything else. I’m secretly in love with Brent. Actually, most of the women in accounting are.