His ex-employer

Jeff drove downtown to a large office building. After his senior year, he worked there as a runner, someone who carried documents between law-firms and to and from courthouses. He was treated nicely by most there, but there were a few that treated him like a peon. He pulled into a parking garage and walked to the elevator then up to the sixth floor.

The first person he saw was the curvy receptionist Carey. Carey liked to wear tight tops, and when she saw Jeff even glance at her chest, she would get angry at him.

She was standing as she was filing something, then she turned to look at Jeff. "What do you want?" she asked instead of asking "How may I help you?"

Jeff stopped time.

A minute later, Carey's skirt and blouse were tucked away in the bottom drawer of her desk.

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