Your secretary

You dial the office, and prepare to put on your best fake cough for whoever answers.

The line clicks, and you hear your secretary Lucy talking down the line.

"Office of BBS. How may I direct your call."

"Lucy, it's me."

"Oh, hi Boss"

"I'm feeling terrible *cough*, and I'm not going to be in work today. I need you to clear my calendar for me. My Dr says I'll probably have to take the rest of the week off too to shift whatever this is I've caught, so you'd better clear the whole week actually, just to play it safe. "

"Sure thing Boss, anything else you need?"

You thought for a moment. "Actually, there's two things you can do for me. Can you let Becky know I won't be in for me?"

Becky was the owner of the company. As bosses went she was fairly easy going thankfully, so you doubted she'd give you too much of a hard time for calling in sick.

" What's the other thing Boss?" Lucy asked.

You could have sworn you heard her pop a bubble on the other end of the line. She was always chewing gum in the office, but you didn't pull her up on it. She'd just flash you a cute little smile every time you caught her, give her eyes a little bat and play innocent. You'd checked her social media before hiring her, and knew she was far from innocent. That was one of the reasons she'd gotten the job. That and her 34DD tits.

"I'm going to need you to get the latest figures off of my desk for me and drop them off. I'll text you my address."

"Sure," she said. "I can do that. Can I drop them off after work or do you need them now?"