A presentation

"25 years ago a young woman joined our company" the presentation's voice over said. On the wall you saw a picture getting projected. It was a picture of your mom around the time of your birth, looking as she appeared at the company party later that year.

"Wow, mom" Dawn whispered, "you were so pretty."

"Were?" Rebecca asked.

"Sssh" your mom said with a smile, looking at the presentation. You couldn't fault Dawn for speaking up, though. Your mom had been adorable back then. Your mom must have been who Dawn got it from.

"Maria turned out to be a fast learner and worked her way up the corporate ladder in the old fashioned way: honest, hard work" the voice over said. The next picture was a picture of your mom when she was just promoted to team lead. It hung on the wall of your mom's home office, so you were very familiar with it. "Of course, it wasn't all work for Maria. Family came first and foremost." When you saw the picture they put up next you groaned.

"Well, that's it" you whispered, "I can forget about hooking up with anybody who's seen this picture."

Next to you Dawn giggled. "I've never seen that picture of you before" she told you.

"Now you know there's good reason for that" you replied.

"I think you look adorable" Rebecca teased.

"You're going to get one too, you know" you told her. Sure enough, seconds later another picture came on. This one was of Rebecca with big braces, one of those older head-surrounding contraptions.

"Oh God.." your big sister whispered. Grinning, you nudged her.

"Told you so" you said.

"Good thing there's no bad pictures of me" Dawn said. You looked at Rebecca then smiled as she smiled at you. That, at least, was true. Dawn had always been adorable and incredibly photogenic. You heard more than a few 'awwws' as a picture of baby Dawn came on. The teen grinned at you. "Told you" she said.

More pictures followed after that, with the emphasis on your mom at work. It was mostly parties, but some pictures showed her at her office, looking prim, proper, and very professional. This would be how most of her fellow managers and her employees saw her. You didn't get the idea that she was disliked, though. Maybe she was a lot like she was at home: caring and nice, but stern when necessary. You smirked when you realised you'd basically called yourself and your sisters your mom's employees. The presentation hadn't stopped while you were thinking, though.

"Hi" a redhead said when you were leaning against a wall, nursing a lukewarm beer. You hadn't noticed her before.

"Hey" you replied.

"So, you're the boss's son, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah. Don't believe the picture, though. I don't wear that kind of stuff any more" you told her.

"I should hope not" the redhead said, offering you her hand. "I'm Kirsten."

"John" you introduced yourself, shaking her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"And you. So, are you having fun? I mean, in spite of that, quite frankly embarrassing picture?" Kirsten asked.

"So you saw that, huh?" you asked.

"I'm sorry to say that I did. I was going to chat you up when I saw you but thought twice after that picture" the redhead told you. Unable to help yourself you laughed.

"Then what is this you're doing now?" you asked.

"Giving you my sympathies. Any woman here will have had their attraction to you evaporate right here and now" Kirsten said.

"Gee, thanks" you said, raising your beer to her in mock salute.

"Hey, I don't mind" she said, "less competition for me that way."

"Oh really? Let me guess, you want to bang the boss' kid in order to get a leg up on your co-workers?" you asked.

"It wouldn't be unwelcome" Kirsten said with a grin as she took a sip from a glass she'd been holding.

"Damn, you either are really good or really bad at flirting" you told her.

"Well, do you want to tap this?" the redhead asked as she turned around and showed you her ass.

"A little girl like you? I don't think you can handle what I bring" you told her, smirking. Just as Kirsten was about to reply Rebecca came up to you.

"Hey. If you can be bothered to stop bothering mom's subordinates, we can go get dinner" she whispered.

"Well, Kirsten, nice meeting you, but I best go. Dinner's ready, apparently" you told the redhead.

"I'll be around. Enjoy" she replied, watching you go with a sly smirk on her face.