She was there for a job interview.

Blondie was nervous. She wasn't sure she could pull it off. Her heart beat faster. She was determined to see him. She must see him.

People kept staring at her as she walked in the building. She was a stunning head-turner.

"Uh-oh," she thought. "Maybe I came in a bit overdressed."

Nobody could blame her. She looked absolutely gorgeous even in her worst day. The men ogled at her as she walked past them. They would turn their noses up as they smelled her scent: lilacs and daffodils. Some men would do a double take seemingly recognizing her but they were so distracted by her perfect complexion.

"Let's see," she thought. "Dagwood works at the same floor as him so he must be on the thirty-first."

She went inside the elevator. A handful of men followed her in, clearly smitten. She was very irresistible and they just wanted to be as close to her as much as they could. The men didn't talk to her. They just stared like infatuated schoolboys catching a glimpse of a real woman. She smiled politely at them. They kept their distance but she loved the attention. As she got off her floor, the men followed closely behind her, some pretending to either have business or was currently working at the same floor. She adjusted herself as she approached the receptionist's desk.

"Hello there, good morning," she said.

"How can I help you miss..?" the receptionist asked.

"Bumstead. Mrs. Bumstead," she finished for her. A couple of the men within earshot widened their eyes. This was Dagwood's wife?! They could hardly believe it. It did not make sense at all.

"She has an appointment with me," Mr. Dithers said as everyone looked busy with their boss' appearance.

"Ah, yes," said the lady receptionist. "Go right ahead Missus Bumstead."

Julius and Blondie smiled at each other. Both their hearts galloped faster at the sight of each other. But they composed themselves quickly. This was a work environment and they must be discreet.

He opened his office door for her as she walked right in. He smirked and hung up his "MEETING IN PROGRESS" sign by the doorknob. He gave everyone his usual stern, business-like, get-back-to-work-or-yer-fired stare before he locked the door behind him.

As the door clicked, everyone whispered to their closest co-worker. News spread in a hushed wildfire: Dagwood has a smoking hot wife and she was with the boss.