You’re Not the Religious Type

“I’m really not the religious type, Jules. Demon worship seems a little **** just for a promotion.”

“I understand. Still, I mean to take you under my wing and help you. There are so many opportunities for someone like you at The Company. Can I at least buy you a drink after work?”

You don’t see any harm in that. “Of course. Where should I meet you?”

“Wonderful! Just swing back up here and I’ll drive.”

“I should get back to the mailroom.”

She laughs. “You know you really don’t. There’s like one piece of mail a day.”

“Still, Emily will be missing me.”

“Of course.”

You head out. You swear you hear sexual moaning coming from the office across from hers. It’s a little naughty and a bit arousing.

You step onto the elevator. It’s crowded with gorgeous well dressed people. Out of the corner of your eye you see a big breasted blonde slipping her hand down the silk suit pants of an attractive grey haired man.

You step off the elevator feeling hot and bothered, and a little underdressed.

You step back into the mailroom.

Emily smiles at you. “How did your first delivery go? You didn’t talk to anyone did you?”

“It went smoothly and I kept to myself.” You feel a little bit bad lying to her.

“Good. That might be our only mail today. Have a seat and relax.”