"Can you give me more time?"

I slowly rise to my feet and look at her with sincerity. "Can you give me more time, Alina?"

"Sure, stranger. You can come back after checking the top floor, but I'll give you something for the two items," she says as she hands me a couple of bills.

I nod and kiss her on the lips as I head out her door. "By the way, one of those girls looks familiar. Like someone I knew back in high school," I say, trying to make up a typical cover story.

She goes back in to retrieve the framed photo.

I point at the picture of the woman who looked just like Doe. "Is that, by any chance, Stella Christensen?" I stammer, as I say the name of my 9th Grade science teacher.

Alina shakes her head. "No. That's Doe Miller."

I try not to look shocked. "Thanks, see you." I say, as I head for the elevator.

Alina grasps my arm firmly, "Don't let anyone know I told you about the list."

I nod. "Sure." I reply nonchalantly.

I've only known Doe for six months. What if they had that bucket list before I knew Doe? Well, I couldn't really blame her. Although she was my girlfriend, some episodes of her life were still mysteries to me. If I confronted Doe, I would be betraying Alina.

As I enter the elevator, I mechanically depress the button for the top floor, not really putting any emotion to my actions. I wondered what the other items were in the bucket list. I should have asked Alina.

I glance at the other occupants of the elevator. Most of them were in one type of uniform or another, indicating that they possibly worked for some of the companies that had offices on the top floor.

When I arrive at the top floor, I enter a corridor roughly four times the width of the one in Alina's floor. Offices lined one side of the corridor, although may blocks appeared unused. I glance at Felice's card, trying to find an office with the same logo as in the card. I finally locate it at the far end of the corridor.

I hurriedly proceed to Felice's office. She was in the process of closing the blinds. She was in the same overcoat I had seen earlier, effectively hiding the actual shape of her body. "What took you so long?" she asks impatiently, as she noticed my approach. "It's almost closing time."

I follow her into the office. She takes off her overcoat and drapes it on the table, revealing a white cami and a maroon mini that emphasize her well-toned arms and thighs. "I met an acquaintance from high school at the entrance of the building," I say, trying to sound excited. "He offered me a job, but I found out it was not much of a job."

Felice appears not interested in my explanation as she scans a pile of documents on the top of a shelf. Her flat stomach is highlighted by the cropped cami she is wearing. "Here," she says, bending towards me, as she hands me a couple of stapled sheets. "You will notice that there are a number of unoccupied blocks in the top floor."

Her chocolatey smell permeates the air. I nod in agreement, trying not to stare at her ample cleavage and noting that she is not wearing a bra.

"And you may not know it, but there are many unoccupied apartments in the different floors of this building. It is the job of this office to market those unoccupied units. Are you comfortable with such a job?" She asks, giving me a knowing look.

"It's not the type of job that gives me comfort or discomfort, as my recent experience has shown. Rather, it is the people I work with or work for that cause the discomfort."

She glances behind her, twisting her body in the process, in an apparent motion to retrieve another document. When she returns to face me, I notice that the front of her cami has already been unzipped about halfway, revealing a pale expanse of flesh beneath. As she leans forward, she asks, "Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Ignoring her question, and trying not to glance at her unzipped cami, I ask, "How do I get paid?"

"On a commission basis," she replies, grinning at my attempts to ignore her advances. "You get an amount for each unit you sell." She has now completely unzipped the cami.

I think of the similarities with Alina's offer. "And my working hours?" I ask, trying to sound interested, but not looking at her directly.

"It's up to you." she says as she places her right hand on my left cheek to move my face towards her. "We actually don't care when and where you sell it, as long as it gets sold... and when your are talking to a customer, you have to look at them in the eyes... not below," she adds as she squeezes her boobs through the fabric of her cami.

I can tell that they have hardened a bit. I try to divert my thoughts and think about my chances of selling a unit. "So, how many units need to be sold? How many others are doing the same thing as I will be doing if I accept this offer?"

"Good question," she says. "You mind is focused by your eyes are here down." She is finally taken off her cami as she addresses my question. "Roughly about 20% of the building is unoccupied. About 50 units more. There are six others. You'll get to see them tomorrow if you come earlier. So, are you interested?"

"If I say, 'Yes', I would have those documents and then I can start immediately? No background check?" I glance at her well-formed size-B boobs, ignoring her warning to look her in the eyes.

She grins at me as if she has won the lottery, proudly showing off her breasts. "The fact that you were accepted by a courier company means that you passed their background check. I do not want to be redundant. So, ... what will it be?"