You can dock my pay for my playtime

"I understand that I wasn't working when you came in. I am lucky that you are thinking of letting me stay on."

"I think what you did was inexcusable, young lady." Jennifer doesn't even look toward Doe, but rather turns her chair to face the wall behind her desk.

The two ladies sit in silence for a minute or two, Doe unsure as to whether she should respond...or when. She hears what sounds like a moan. Then she hears what she's SURE is a moan. Jennifer is still facing the wall. Her chair rocks ever so slightly.

"You can dock me for the wasted time Jennifer. I understand that. I will also volunteer to work all weekend on the new project. I am thankful you are letting me stay."

"I can have you do more than that slut!"

Doe's eyes go to the back of chair. The chair starts to buck a bit more. The tension is cut by the intercom buzzer.

"Shit," whispers Jennifer. "Yes, what is it Melissa," doing her best to sound composed as she addresses her secretary.

"You told me to call when the delivery guy arrived. He's here. What should I tell him?"