"The telphone job," Amanda said with a nod, deigning to even smile.
"Figures," the woman muttered, then pointed to the right. "Ask for Charlie."
"Charlie," Amanda repeated, and on tall heels she strode away into a large room full of cubicles, the clacking of keyboards making her a little worried. The only keyboard she was proficient with was the one on her phone for texting.
"I'm looking for Charlie," she told the first person she saw, a geeky looking man who pointing vaguely toward the first of two doors in the room. Following the direction she stepped through a chipped wooden door and eyed the obese man within with distaste.
"Charlie?" she asked, unable to completely hide her repulsion.
The man nodded, unable to respond thanks to the mouthful of eggs he'd just taken. From the smell of it they were an omelette containing onion and garlic. "Cloth da door," he told her, giving her a view of the contents of his mouth.
Grimacing Amanda turned and reluctantly closed the door, moving slowly so he could finish his sloppy chewing without giving her any more disgusting views.
"You're late... Do you have any experience?" he asked when she turned around again. His eyes had obviously been on her tight ass.
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