It turns out Joe is Josephine

"Come in!" a rough gravelly voice called, and even before Amanda opened the door she knew her happy future of being a rich executive's wife was burning.

"Amanda Fox?"

Amanda nodded, staring in shock at the person sitting behind the large oak desk. "Joe Williams?" she squeaked.

"That's me. Josephine Williams. Ms. Williams to you. Sit," the woman ordered, and Amanda plopped herself onto the hard wooden chair and stared.

Josephine Williams was obviously not going to be winning any beauty contests. It wasn't just that she was dressed horribly, wearing a dung-colored polyester suit-jacket that barely fit her linebacker shoulders. She was also fat, the back of her hands had coarse hair on them, and her two chins wobbled when she spoke, valiantly trying to distract from the bulbous nose, the short wiry hair that went everywhere, the uni-brow, the mustache and the wart on her lips.

The more Amanda looked the more things she found to shudder over, and when she did she was horrified to realize that the woman's bulging eyes seized on the way it made her breasts jiggle.

"So... Amanda..." the woman began, licking her lips. "You wish to work under me. Come around the desk."