Sophia Winther, the office bitch.

Josh ran his eyes over Sophia's page a few times. This woman had been a scourge on his and everyone else's professional life. Much like himself she was young, talented and ambitious. In a normal situation he'd have worked to ingratiate himself and form a mutually beneficial camaraderie. Unfortunately those were the only qualities the two really shared. Where Josh made it a point to be polite at work, Sophia seemed to go out of her way to insult everyone. She went through life with a chip on her shoulder and cold fire in her eyes. Her nickname around the office was ice queen, but most would just call her a bitch.

Her saving grace around the office was her phenomenal work. She was quick, efficient, resourceful, and a natural problem solver. Even then there was an almost constant stream of complaints from every corner of the building. Well except for Josh. While Sophia never had anything nice to say to anyone, she also didn't always have some snide remark for Josh. In fact she had complained to him about the rest of the IT department a few times. He suspected this was because she recognized him as the only other IT tech close to her skill. Though maybe it was the fact that he just kept his mouth shut when she was around. If she ever came to one of the company parties or to the corner bar that was a typical haunt of Vermilion employees he was determined to try and get her to open up a bit. But she never did. She showed up earlier than anyone else and left last every night.

She was like a bitchy automaton. She came, she worked, she left. She came, she worked, she left. She seemed worse at maintaining the work/play balance than he was. And that was saying something.

It was such a waste. She was clearly very intelligent and her body was as attractive as her attitude was repulsive.

In many ways she was an equal opposite to Amber. While both were exquisite female specimens they were night and day.

Where Amber's head was adorned with playful, bouncing curls of burnished gold, Sophia was topped with a shock of straight, raven hair that absorbed all light. Where Amber's complexion had a healthy, glowing rosiness, Sophia was made of otherworldly, lily-white porcelain. Where Amber's gleaming, azure eyes were warm and expressive, Sophia's misty grey irises held naught but mystery and a brisk stillness.

This was true for their figures as well. Amber had the slender, nubile form of a woodland nymph. She was made of diminutive, youthful features that could draw in any man into her sacred grove. Sophia by contrast had a curvaceous hourglass build any goddess would be proud to have. She was made of balletic, booming curves that demanded the respect and adoration of the mere mortals who looked upon her. Their most notable and eye catching features even balanced the other out. Amber's wide hips and spankable backside complemented Sophia's mountainous, round, mouth watering breasts.

Their dress senses were also opposite, but in no way equal. Amber was always dressed to impress. Her well chosen outfits managed to show off and accentuate her assets. She also made sure to incorporate bright, vibrant colors that always seemed to take the season into account. Sophia meanwhile wore subtle variations of the same drab, unflattering outfit. Her lovely onyx hair was constantly pinned into an overly constrictive bun that negated the lovely way it swayed and flowed. She wore thick-rimmed, coke bottle glasses that sat poorly on her face, detracting from her exotic, stormy eyes and making her elegant, oval face look pinched. Her torso was covered first in a baggy blouse, then a poorly tailored blazer. Both of which completely flattened her generous curves and were fully buttoned to give her a closed off, defensive appearance. Lastly she wore loose trousers in which her shapely legs appeared positively twig-like and her round rump was drowned into nothingness. She also wore flats that did nothing to accentuate her long legs. Josh admittedly understood that choice given how many times IT personnel got called away to help with some issue.

And Josh wasn't an asshole. He knew Sophia was under no obligation to dress sexily for the titillation of her male colleagues (Also Janet). But if he didn't know any better he would say it was almost like she went out of her way to dress as poorly as possible. The truth was probably that she simply didn't care what she looked like. She took single minded, career focused woman to an almost cosmic level. It was likely she simply picked out professional clothes not caring for anything past whether they were work appropriate. But there was a definite difference between appearing professional and smart and making a gorgeous woman look frumpy and plain.

Admittedly Josh could only extrapolate Sophia's allure by piecing together a series of memories. In fact it took almost sixteen months of working with her before he saw enough of her individual features to put the seductive puzzle together. Her hair ended up down for the day when she tripped and lost her hair pin. (She probably could have borrowed a hair tie to put it back up, except she bit the head off Kelly the intern when she offered.) He had gotten to carefully study her regal face and fascinating eyes for a day when they two worked together on a week long cleaning of the office's computers. She switched to contacts for a day after complaining for eight straight hours about cleaning dust off her lenses. (She switched back the next day and her itchy eyes put her in an extremely foul mood.) One time she seemed to accidentally buy pants that actually fit her and he (as well as everyone else at the office) was gifted with the outline of her round, luscious ass and full, shapely thighs that somehow still formed a conspicuous gap (Unfortunately he never saw those pants or what they covered again. He assumed she noticed the stares, but couldn't guess what went through her head after that.) And the heat wave last year had **** her to leave behind her traditional blazer and don a lighter blouse that showed the vast swell and full, round shape of her breasts. (The most insane part of that day was catching the outline of a sports bra under her shirt. One could only imagine how large they would be if freed from that compression.) It was only a month after the heat finally broke that it occurred to him what a stunning creature she was. Two of his coworkers were having a somewhat contentious discussion about who the most attractive women in the building were and how they ranked. Both had readily agreed the cherubic Amber was number one, but after that they could find almost no common ground. Josh found the discussion rather creepy (or maybe it was just the two men having it) but found himself contemplating the question. It was then he put the pieces together and decided if she ever decided to flaunt her good looks Sophia would give Amber a true challenge to her crown.

Of course even if Sophia had been the nicest person in the world it was unlikely they would work as a romantic couple. She was a single minded obsessive. Every moment of her life was devoted to work. In fact Josh suspected she didn't so much sleep as slide into her charging station and shut down for the evening. He had once been so curious about her and some way to warm her up a little that he looked at her social media. She had a Twitter account that never tweeted, followed no one and was followed by no one. Her Facebook page was also a ghost town. Her only friends were her family and similarly she never posted anything, only responding to posts from her mother or three sisters. The only page she maintained at all seemed to be her LinkedIn. Which by that point simply couldn't surprise him.

As he stared at Sophia's annoyed expression that was printed on her employee ID he found himself deeply conflicted. On one hand Sophia's work was impeccable and the ability to receive credit for it was an amazing chance. But could he really put up with working with her everyday? And while she was a truly one of a kind beauty, what did it really matter if her outfits so utterly covered that fact up? And while the two of them had the potential to rocket up the ranks while working together, was it really worth it if he was shackled to such a pain in the ass?

In the end though Amber's advice rang loud and clear in his ear. He could always find feminine companionship elsewhere, but he needed someone who could really help him in with his work. And if she ever proved to be too much to handle, well... He always had the app.

He quickly opened the second PDF and filled it out. It didn't take long, all he really had to do was put in her name, employee ID number, and the day's date. After that all there was to do was slap on his electronic signature and email it back to human resources. Then he sat back and basked in his decision. Now that he had made it, he felt very gratified. There was something satisfying on a deep, primal level about claiming a comely, young woman for himself. Admittedly it was a far cry from bonking her on the head and dragging her back to his cave, but still. And the fact she was so cold and aggressive made it all the better.

But he couldn't just luxuriate in his new power all day. Well perhaps he could, but where would be the fun in that? So instead he grabbed his boxes and began to unpack. At first he mostly pulled out professional items. A few hard drives, two notebooks, his toolkit and a few spare parts were all accounted for and found new homes in his desk drawers. After that came more personal items. The small cactus was a souvenir from his days living in Phoenix. The chaos marine figurine was a fond reminder of his high-school friends and their halcyon days of pitching massive battles down in the various basements they had called home. And of course there was the small flower statue made of wire and recycled glass his artistic cousin Maggie made for him last Christmas. The last items out of the box were the photos he worked to re-tape around his monitor.

As he looked at them, smiling down at the various friends and family members smiling up at him, he was tickled by the size changes on full display. He also couldn't help but notice the women in his life had been uniformly improved by his rule about the ease of physical fitness. It was true for the men too, but he couldn't bring himself to care as much about that. In particular a picture of Maggie and few of her college friends at a luau caught his eye. Their coconut bras and grass skirts showed off their wonderful forms. He had always wondered about this picture. Maggie had always been very affectionate and open with him, but this picture seemed like a slightly racy one to give your cousin.

His last picture was the only one that had a proper frame. It was a snapshot of his family on a beach together. His sister spent a semester abroad in Italy during the second half of her freshman year. This of course was as good an excuse as any for Josh and his mother to take a vacation. His father certainly wasn't there given he had left his mother while she was still pregnant with his little sister. This picture of them commemorated the last day they had together before Rosie had to return to school and he and his mom flew back to the states. Before his changes the picture was a fairly unremarkable one. The three of them stood with their arms linked in front of the shimmering sea. Now though things were different. He was now in the middle rather than his mother and rather than standing he had one knee firmly planted in the clean white sand. All of them were now in far better shape. Especially him who now apparently felt comfortable going shirtless at the beach. And given his new bevy of sleek muscles he couldn't blame himself. It shocked him a little to see this and he quickly poked them through his dress shirt. They were real alright. On either side of him his sister, Rosie, and mother, Octavia, had their bodies on display. His mother wore a fairly conservative one piece, though there was only so modest a bathing suit could get. Rosie on the other hand had embraced Italian fashion and wore a string bikini. He remembered the fight the two women had about it. And it really did leave very little to the imagination, but in this new world his swim trunks openly displayed his monstrous bulge. The other main thing that changed was the body language of the two women. Rosie now had her arms wrapped around his middle and held her body fully flushed to his. Her face was red and she was clearly giggling like a schoolgirl. Octavia seemed a little more reserved. She wasn't leaning on him, but still hugged his muscular arm to her. Her face by contrast was harder to read. Her smile was clear and genuine, but there was something in her eyes Josh couldn't put his finger on.

Josh put the picture down and tore his eyes away from it. He really shouldn't be checking out his immediate family this way. Sure with the power of the app... No. Nope. He wasn't even going to go there. Especially not when he had work to do.

And he definitely had work to do. There was an update he had been working on for the Vermilion intranet that he had to finish today. While he was thankfully close to being done, he still had plenty of work ahead of him. It was always that way with the Vermilion system. It was a many headed beast born from far too many hands over too short a time. So every issue, and there were plenty of them, required a more or less ground up reconstruction of whatever had broken. Which was the exact situation he was in now.

Last week the entire system had crashed. After a rapid investigation it was traced back to faulty wiring in the building. This created a power surge that struck their servers after their surge protectors had totally failed. Thankfully IT could hardly be blamed for bad wiring so it wasn't their fault. But they did have to clean up the mess. Thankfully Josh had avoided being put on the team that was having to go server by server assessing the damage, fixing what they could and recovering whatever data was possible. Unfortunately he had been tasked with figuring out why the data backup system had failed to kick in. It quickly became a complete tear down and reconstruction job after taking one look at the code.

After almost a week though Josh was in the home stretch. Most of it was complete just a few last I's to dot and T's to cross. And so he began to code and just as he was getting into his groove there was a series of loud knocks at his door. He opened his mouth to say "Come in" but barely reached the "m" before his door was flung open.

Sophia burst into his office and began stomping towards her new seat at his desk. All the while scowling at nothing or possibly everything and griping the handles on a box of personal belongings so tightly her already pale knuckles turned ghostly white. Normally the sight of her so clearly pissed off and walking towards him would be disconcerting. Instead though Josh found himself suppressing a smile. Something about all that rage compressed into her new 3' 11" body was more adorable than anything else.

When she reached her seat she practically threw her box onto the desk before climbing into her chair. Then she began to hurriedly unpack. Like him she had a variety of drives, notebooks, and tools. But unlike him she had no personal memorabilia to decorate with. No pictures, no plants, no figures, no nothing. Not for the first time did the word workaholic run through Josh's mind as he watched her. As she wrapped up she took several deep breaths that only seemed to agitate her rather than calm her down. Then she finally said something.

"So I guess I'm your assistant now." She came out as a low snarl between gnashed teeth.

"Yeah. I chose you." He tried to sound authoritative but approachable as he spoke. While her attitude was far from unexpected he did hope they could get off on a slightly better foot to start. After all they were a team now right?

"I figured that out." She growled shooting him a positively venomous look that chilled his blood for just a moment. She was not a happy camper, but it did surprise him a little she didn't even try to be polite to him. He was her boss now after all. As he opened his mouth to try and extend an olive branch she cut him off with a hand and spoke instead.

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Her voice now sounded exasperated at this point. He sighed and decided to just let her start working for now.

"Fine. I'm just wrapping up on the new back up system. Do you mind going through what I've already done and debugging it?" He tried to make it clear this wasn't an actual question

"Am I allowed to improve the code?" She asked, her tone making it very clear she was sure she could improve his code. "I don't want to disrupt the chain of command after all." Her voice was positively dripping with sarcasm.

"Of course. This is our first project after all. We need to make a good first impression." His ego bristled a little at her remark, but he kept it in check. She was an exceptional programmer and probably could make his code better. Still he was irked by her attitude.

Sophia huffed as she turned back to her computer and began typing furiously.

As she worked Josh contemplated what to do next. This was worse than he thought. Sure he hadn't expected her to come in singing like a blue jay about how happy she was to be working for him, but he thought she at least try to be civil with him. He supposed he would just have to grit his teeth and bare it.

Or did he? His phone was sitting right there on the table. It would be so easy just to add a few rules. Heck a dozen rules flitted through his mind. The only real question was if this was the sort of thing he wanted to use the app for? It seemed a little petty. And if he did what rules would he add?