Cute and Compromised

Mondays are Mondays. For anyone working in an office environment, just back from a weekend of chilling out and hanging with family, and on the first of five days back at hard work before re-entering the sweet bliss of the weekend, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who looks forward to Mondays. Unless you worked with Cleo.

Cleo stepped into her office, at 7:30 am on the dot that morning. She was always an early bird, and though her contract stated that her workday doesn’t officially start until 9, she was always beyond happy to come in as soon as the building was unlocked. It was just more time to get more work done! Smiling as she looked over the open plan office, she was eager for her co-workers to start filing in, to show off yet again in a seemingly never-ending sequence of demonstrations just how much of a ‘Monday’ person she was. Clutching her French vanilla latte (extra sweet!), the buxom brunette made her way towards her desk.

Cleo had started just 3 months ago, and had spent each and every day trying to prove herself. Growing up in a strict Catholic household, Cleo’s parents had… well… sheltered her, encouraging her to pursue her education as far as possible, and use her free time to help out with the local church. So yeah, you could call her a ‘late bloomer’ only having her first paying job at age 25. But all of that just made her more eager to prove to her co-workers, her parents, and to God that she was ready to take on the world on her own!

The brunette placed her coffee cup down on her desk, followed by her bag, pulling out her desk char with one hand and with the other, hitting the ‘on’ button for her computer, the entire ritual having been masterfully perfected from months of practice, looking completely identical to how it would have any other day. Watching the load screen for her computer, Cleo placed her butt, fairly big, though well toned from her recent fondness for squats, on her chair. She didn’t exercise much beyond that, having no plans for any future love interest, despite never having one up until now… There would be plenty of time for that once she had established herself in the working world!

Pulling her office chair in up to her desk, Cleo felt her sneakered shoes hit something underneath her desk. Inspecting the intrusion Cleo saw the paper shredder of all things under her desk. She adjusted her thick rimmed glasses, looking over to the spot the piece of office equipment usually sat. Her mind was drawn back to the previous Friday, remembering the outlet for the shredder had stopped working, the only other free one in the office being under her own desk.

“Maintenance must not have gotten around to fixing it over the weekend…” Cleo mumbled, the brunette adjusting her seating position so that her legs were on either side of the shredder, putting in her password at the computer, ready to start the day of work ahead of her!

“Let see, so there’s that report for Helen, and then John wants a…” Cleo shifted nervously in her seat, the buxom brunette cringing as she remembered the reason behind her being so uncomfortable.