Called into Victoria’s office

I get to work and do the usual preparations for the day. How many meetings can one person have? Apparently at least four. Victoria couldn’t possibly get any of her own work done with them all. I'm feeling more than a little distracted today, anticipating tonight's event. I don't even notice Victoria until she is taking the sheet of paper from my desk.

She is wearing creamy white jeans that fit her legs and hips snugly, flattering every part of them. Her shirt is silvery and loose, pulled together in ways I don't understand, creating pleats that form broad layered arcs all over. It obscures her figure, but manages to be flattering as well. Over the shirt is a smart, tight, blue blazer. The blazer sleeves stop short at mid forearm. The waist is so aggressively tailored that I don't think she could button it closed if she wanted to. The overall effect is a striking magic trick. The slim figure that the baggy folds of the silver shirt hide, the outer blazer reveals. Like usual, she looks amazing. How does she do this every day?

Once in her office, probably preparing for her first meeting, I sneak off to say good morning to Rachel. She gives me a smile that feels a little warmer than usual. She is wearing another skirt and blouse combo that looks great. The blouse is a raspberry color with a enough of a plunge to highlight how her necklace is stuck in her cleavage. At the end of the necklace, a tiny Jesus figure on a cross is hopelessly sinking in bosomy quicksand.

"Good morning, Warren. What, you aren't bootlegging illicit coffee today?" She stands up to grab something off the printer ten feet away from her desk, wincing as her ankle almost gives out. I wasn't quick enough to reach out a helping hand, but it wasn't needed anyway. "Ow-ow-ow! I twisted my ankle this morning. I shouldn't have worn heels on the bus. Sometimes I just..." She lets her thought go unfinished.

"Sit down. Let me check it." She eases herself down on the chair and lifts her calf to me as I kneel down. While I am not medically trained, I've had to deal with a fair share of workout injuries. I check for color, swelling, and range of motion. I think she is fine, but I take my time, gently feeling her skin and letting my eyes trace the delicate veins that run up her foot. Her heels are longer than usual, about five inches. Usually she stays closer to three. "Are these new?" They look clean and shiny. The strapping on them wraps above her ankle, reminding me of a choker. Just as I am lowering her leg, I notice a flash of panties. They are white with the sheen of satin.

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"I can look around for a cold pack, but it doesn't look like you have anything to worry about."

"Okay, thanks for looking at it. It's my own stupid fault."

"It could have happened to anyone. Don't worry about it." I give her a reassuring pat on the side of her calf. "How is the car situation?"

"It will be ready tonight if the part comes in early enough."

"Great!" I stand up and back behind the divider enough to hide my socially inappropriate biological response to touching my coworker’s legs. "Unfortunately, Victoria will be here all day, so the coffee bar is CLOSED." Rachel gives me a mock pout and then sips the last of her own decent coffee for the day. I take my leave. Eventually I find an instant cold pack in a forgotten first aid box in the break room and hand it to her as I return to my desk.

Victoria has her morning meetings, one as a conference call. Then when we are about to have lunch, Victoria calls me into her office. My immediate thought is that Sydnee was the last person called into her office, and that didn't go very well. I enter with butterflies in my gut.

"Close the door." She says flatly. "And have a seat." This feels weird. I don't like it. I sit in front of her desk, probably for the first time. I don't know how I should act right now. Victoria looks at me for a while. Her naturally full eyebrows and lashes don't betray any particular expression. I try not to speculate too much. After lending Rachel most of my money, this would be the worst timing for getting axed. I decide to wait patiently while she stares in silence.

Finally she speaks. "You have worked for me for a few years now." She lingers on it for a moment. I nod in agreement. "Your job performance has been... good enough up til now." That sounds like a set-up for something. I push the butterflies down into my anger ball and steady myself for whatever this is. "But now... I need to trust you with something." Trust me? Trust ME? suddenly this is starting to smell like an opportunity. "There is an upcoming gala event that I am doing some volunteer work for. I'll need your help making preparations for it after work tomorrow night."

I don't process it very quickly. She wants me to help her with... volunteering for a gala...preparations? Like, she actually volunteered her assistant to volunteer? I mean, getting out of other work to run a personal errand for her is already stretching the definitions of my job, but this is a whole other thing. Is this even work related at all? Staying late after work? What the hell? On the bright side, she isn't firing me... yet.

"By volunteer, are you saying that I won't be paid for this?"

She takes a breath. "It is charitable work for a good cause... but I will cover your meal and drink for the night. It will be a nice enough restaurant to be worth your time." I have two wildly different reactions to this. On one hand, this sounds like a weird... date-like situation? On the other hand, I have always tried to limit my interactions with Victoria as much as possible, which is probably why I have lasted longer than my predecessors. Having a whole meal with conversation would be unpredictable and precarious. I am excited and terrified at the possibilities. I try to play it cool.

"I might have other commitments," I say, meeting her gaze. She doesn't like what she hears as evidenced by the narrowing of her eyes and declination of eyebrows. "But I should be able to adjust them."

"It would be appreciated." Somehow it sounds like a threat.