The warm smell of fresh coffee wafted into his office, as always accompanied by Fiona’s cheerful “Good morning, Mr. Burroughs!” It was such a routine event in the mornings that Derek didn’t even look up from his emails, lifting one hand briefly to acknowledge her arrival. What he didn’t expect was the second, slightly higher pitched voice that followed. “Good morning, sir!”
That made him look up, blinking in confusion at the two people approaching his desk. His secretary Fiona was a given, dressed today in a white blouse that was taut over her quite generous chest and emphasized the hourglass curve of her waist and hips along with the grey pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. Her long blonde hair descended down her back, perfectly made up face smiling gorgeously with bright red lips and neatly shadowed eyes. The other was a little shorter and clearly younger, perhaps no more than eighteen or nineteen, dressed the same with a body that was a slightly scaled down version of the bombshell standing proudly behind her. There was some red in her strawberry-blonde hair, curly and pulled back into a fluffy ponytail, but the face was so close that the resemblance was immediately noticed.