At Insurance Firm

Insurance hadn’t sounded appealing at first when you first received the job offer as a recently certified Information Technician. Insurance, and the work required was about as dull as a job could sound. You accepted the interview in hopes it could serve as a step-in before you moved up with experience to a more appealing job. To your surprise, the pay was actually well above most starting pay rates for the area and job, offered good benefits, regular time off, and the work required wouldn’t be **** in nature. Just five 10 hour days a week, with the chance to get released early if you’d finished all your jobs.

You’d thought it too good to be true, almost enough so that you considered rescinding your application, but you eventually calmed down and rationalized that the reason for the stellar job had obviously been due to the peculiar location and nature of the office. It was situated out in the middle of nowhere, and was just a single floor of a five floor office complex. You estimated a max of 100 people might live as close as you did to the office, which probably affected their ability to recruit a new I.T. guy.

The job itself was easy enough. You showed up, checked e-mails about faulty equipment or software, spent a few hours fixing the occasional issue, and oftentimes found yourself bored with little to do. As such, you often got relegated to the manual labor and tedious tasks of the office, such as cleaning, delivering, sweeping, and mopping.

You didn’t mind the work much. After all, it gave you a chance to interact with your coworkers, all of whom were attractive women by what you considered to be some sort of strange blessing.

Felicia was the office’s front desk clerk. She was a bubbly blonde with curly hair and glasses, who often dressed in a white button-up T-Shirt, black knee-length skirt, dress shoes and what you guessed was a pair of black leggings. Such business attire was far from company standard, as the manager of your branch had decided to forego a uniform policy in favor of “wearing what makes you and clients comfortable”. But you guessed Felicia just likes to dress nice.

Jennifer was technically your neighbor next door, bordering your own “office”, which consisted of a small converted closet the size of a college dorm. Not that you minded, since you spent little time in there anyhow. She was a tall brunette who wore black dress pants, and any number of assorted T-shirts with graphic print on them to work every day. You had flirted a bit with her, learning she was single, but hadn’t really pressed to make a move yet. After all, you didn’t want to come off as a sex-crazed hound among an office chock full of other women. Jennifer for the most part, was remarkably relaxed, and seemed very into music. She’s already gone to five concerts since you’d started your employment three weeks ago, and T-Shirts from all the concerts had already joined her lineup of choices.

Isabelle was often too tired to greet you, and you hadn’t hit it off with her at all. The girl was your own age, but seemed to possess the depressive demeanor of a man three years from retirement. Her work outfit was a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie most days, which led you to consider if such an outfit had an impact on her ability. To your surprise, she tended to pull the highest numbers in the entire region.

Donna was a curvaceous woman of dark chocolate skin, who was the number one orchestrater of the branch’s occasional food catering and celebrations. From what you’d learned, Donna had a habit of partying to an ****, and often came in late the next day as a result. She was the oldest woman in the firm, proudly declaring her age of 42 as a badge rather than a mark on her beauty. She loved to tease you about being “fresh meat”, often trying to egg you into asking out any of the other office girls, or one of the girls in the other offices of the complex.

Olivia was often described as the “prankster”. Jokes were her specialty, and pranks were her weapon. The dirty blonde had apparently pranked every member of the office within a month of arrival. Spiking Felicia’s food with ghost peppers, editing a presentation Jennifer completed, and even one prank you hadn’t acquired the specifics on that left Kate in her underwear for the rest of the day (which made you regret your delayed start at the company, on account of the fact that you’d missed the event by a single day). In short, you knew Olivia was coming, and prepared for the worst.

Bonnie was a tomboyish girl with dark locks of hair tied in a ponytail behind her head. Her office space was chock full of nerdy memorabilia that you couldn’t recognize even if you tried your best to research it. She was a little arrogant, and often acted too good for your help at times. But, when she did have to come to you the one time she didn’t know how to uninstall one specific software, she’d shown her compassionate side briefly with a single kiss on the cheek.

Kate was the office’s “Pretty Girl”, in the words of almost everyone. A model-like red-haired beauty, her hair shown like fire in the sun, and she always wore a dress that showed off her perfectly proportioned frame. Her specialty was female attracted clientele, and she was the line holding the firm’s most expensive client. Her expertise in the field coupled with her broad knowledge on “playing the game” gave her an edge that you couldn’t deny was sexy by itself.

Rosalind, or Rosa as she'd demanded you call her, was known for rarely, if ever, being in the office. She was always in the field meeting clients, and doing work from either her house or some sort of exotic vacation for a short half getaway. She was a shorter girl, with light brown hair and modest proportions. Every time you saw her, her hair looked as if it had been blown

Carmen was the office’s bookworm. A nerdy Hispanic immigrant from Columbia who wore her hair in a bun atop her head, Carmen’s optimal work environment was tapping away on her PC tucked in the files closet, for hours and hours, until someone made her go home. You knew that she was up to something besides work at all times in the closet, on account of the spiked use of the internet coming from her PC when she was alone, versus when someone else was in the office. You decided to keep it to yourself though, since it seemed to you Carmen worked very hard and still completed her jobs ahead of schedule every day.

Angel was your branch manager. A pale girl with raven black hair, Angel preferred to wear a wide range of outfits, that ranged from a pair of pajamas, to a gown you suspected was designed for an elegant gala. Judging by her daily dramatic shifts in dress, you guessed that the uniform policy was mostly for herself, to allow her the chance to dress elaborately, or comfortably to the highest degree. Angel was mostly a pretty laid back manager, only correcting you a few times during your first few weeks of work. She’d already pulled you into the office to thank you for exceptional work, saying that since your arrival the productivity of the firm had increased by a noticeable margin, likely due to the massive decrease in time self-diagnosing hardware and software issues.

You breathed a sigh as you thought about your coworkers, and stepped out of your car. You strolled on into the building, whistling a tune as you eagerly approached the day.