Get help

You exit the room and pull out your cell phone. Surprisingly, you have no bars. You scurry around the rather large office floor, looking for a better spot.

After what must be five or ten minutes, you stop at the desk of a red head with a dark purple suit.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to Get a Doctor for my friend.”

She looks up at you, her face is pale with dark makeup and burgundy lipstick. Her full lips curl into a smile.

“I’m also an EMT, I can help you. Where is she?”

“Follow me!”

You rush back to the conference room.

You step inside. Carrie is standing up wearing a tight black dress. You are shocked.

She smiles at you. “Nick there you are.”

“Carrie, you’re ok? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine, Nick. I just ate something bad. I threw up on my dress. Vespa, here, let me borrow her spare.”

For the first time you notice there is another woman in the room. She is dressed in a satin dress, with a plunging v that shows her ample breasts and barely covers her nipples. She looks young, maybe only thirty. However, her age is very difficult to discern. Despite perfect skin and perky breasts, she carries herself with a confidence and demeanor of someone much older.

She looks you over. “I could hardly let my new hire wear a puked on, ugly, floral print dress.”

“New hire? Carrie. I thought you hated being a paralegal.”

“I was going to surprise you, Nick. Vespa offered me an amazing opportunity and the best part is I get to work with you. You should get back before they miss you. ”

Sales? You were trying to escape. Maybe you were mistaken?

“Maybe we can grab coffee after work?”

Coffee? You are excited. Does this mean Carrie wants you back?

You grin at her. “Sure that sounds great. Sorry, I panicked you.”

“I should thank you, Nick, if it wasn’t for you I never would have gotten this opportunity. Now get back to sales.”