My phone rang to life, startling me a bit, “Hello?”
“Hey Alana, can you are available in here for a minute?” my mid-fifties boss asked for. “I need to ask you about one thing.”
“Yeah, one minute.” Quickly, we locked my computer, and shoving back from my desk stood up. Tugging my, if I were truthful with myself, too quick skirt down we wandered quickly into the woman office.
Pushing my hand back through my hair, I take a moment to adjust myself before clasping the door handle. an odor that I can’t rather put finds me as we push the door available. “What did you-” It’s stronger today, that I’m in the space. Citrus and