Where else can you go?

You look around groggily. You really didn’t have a plan beyond escape and see your daughter. You suppose they kept her safe and gave you a massive bonus, you at least owe them two weeks notice.

Renna gives you a little shake. “C’mon mom, work.”

You get up. You need a shower, you’ll have to settle for a bathroom. You head for the bathroom, Renna in tow.

You look at yourself in the mirror. You look horrible. Your hair is a mess, your makeup is smudged and worn off. You look old.

“Let me fix your face, I’ll have you ready work in a minute.”

Renna pulls out her makeup bag. She turns you away from the mirror and goes to work. It takes longer than a minute, but when you turn back to the mirror you are stunned. You look more like sisters. A hotel worker brings in a pants suit. You slide it on. You can’t believe how good you look.

“Here, mom, take this.”

She hands you a tube of black lipstick.

“Isn’t this a bit goth?”

“Trust me mom, it’ll go with your look. It’s from our special line.”

You pocket it and head for a waiting Uber. You ponder what Renna meant by ‘our line’.

You arrive at work only a couple of minutes late. Security goes easy on you and you are through in a minute.

You head up, wondering what you’ll be doing. Curtiss meets you in the hallway.

“Good to see you back, Wendy. I do hope your daughter and bonus were to your satisfaction.”

You look at Curtiss in a new light. He is actually quite hot. You picture him taking you, pushing you against a wall and fucking you.

You strut toward him. “Thank you. So what can I do for you?”

“Well we have...”

You slide you hand down his pants. Hell, you want him, what is he going to do, fire you?

“I see you weren’t talking about projects.”

You feel him get hard.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”