An Orc?

Arthur opened his door carefully but not careful enough. He felt the door stall as it hit something and heard a low “Oof."

He closed his door and heard some shuffling around inside. Inside was a giantess, grass green and at least seven feet tall. She was dressed business casual, and that couldn’t hide her toned physique. She had the body of a warrior from ages past, and could crush his head between her thighs like a water balloon. Her small tusks poked out of her mouth with a slight curve. She smirked seeing him juggling the absolute tome of a record and the door.

“You must be the new boss, I’m all yours.”

Arthur tried to recover and do his best to pick up his jaw off the ground. “Arthur, I don’t usually get visitors.” He gestured to the state of his office, “How can I help you?”

“I don’t know. I was told to report to you and that you would have something for me. I hope that’s the case, I don’t really enjoy being bounced around by the temp agency.”

Her voice was smooth and deep and had a certain quality to it. He needed to get out more. When had he lost all of his social skills. He used to be popular, damnit.

He decided to stall, slipping past her into the office and offloading the giant-sized binder and sat in his office chair. She sat as well. Even sitting she was taller than him. He wasn’t short, just not on the same scale as this Amazonian woman. She looked younger than him though. She’s probably pretty fresh out of college, he thought to himself. He stuck his hand into his pocket.