Greg Dechamp, Office Drone

Every day, Greg Dechamp would follow a routine - wake up, get a coffee from the corner Cafe, walk to work, fill out his to-do list and get to work. And every day his to-do list would get two joke entries - one was always "make to-do list" which would be the first thing he'd cross out.

The second was always something like "solve cancer" or "load Doom on a calculator" or something, until Helena divorced him. After he fought off the depression, his new joke tasks were more things like "get a bj from hot blonde" or "ream boss." The list was on his personal phone, in his to-do app, so it was never an issue.

But today, one April 1st, Greg found himself with a slightly different day than every other day. As he left the cafe with a latte and muffin in hand, he was quickly bumped into by another man, the **** of which caused him to drop his muffin and his phone. The other man, in a fine tailored suit, grabbed them before they hit the ground.

"Sorry, friend!" he said to Greg with a wide smile. "Looks like you almost lost your breakfast and your phone! That'd be a sorry state of affairs!" Greg was annoyed by the man's voice but shook it off.

"Thanks for the save," he said, taking the muffin and phone back.

"Not a problem at all," the strange man said, handing it back. "You seem to be in a rush!"

"Well," said Greg, "I just have a lot to do."

The dapper man nodded. "Well, I hope that your to-do list gets easier for you, friend. Toodles!"

Greg shook his head. The guy was obviously high or something. He continued towards work and ate his almond poppy seed muffin along the way.

Once he got settled into work, he started his list.

1. Make list.

2. Finish the progress reports for Client 56a.

3. Organize client folders.

4. Get flashed by Zinnia.

He laughed at his joke as he crossed off the first one.

-Make list.-

Greg worked diligently through the day. He found that the words for the progress reports just flowed out of him, and he soon had them done as early as 11am. He was happy he was making good time. He went to cross it off and saw that his To-Do app must have updated - the checks on the icon were purple now instead of red.

-Finish the progress reports for Client 56a.-

Then he began organizing the folders. Before his 12:30pm lunch, all of his new clients were organized, and the folders' contents were all organized too. He was amazed with himself. All of his work was done before lunch. Greg shrugged, sat back, popped in his headphones. He watched some videos before 1:30pm rolled around and his boss Zinnia made her rounds to check on everyone. She swung by Greg's little office and knocked.

"Hey Greg, checking in. Did the progress reports get done?" she asked. Zinnia was a bit older than Greg, but not a bad looking 30-something. She kept her brown hair short, the small bits of gray betraying her dye job. Her large glasses were mostly for show, but she did need them to see a bit.

"Surprisingly, yeah, they did." He nodded, impressed with his productivity.

"Good," she said. "You deserve a reward," she added before reaching at the hem of her blouse and pulling her shirt up, giving Greg an eyeful of her surprisingly pert breasts in a blue lacy bra.