Office Swap

You were just finishing up an email, about to go home, when your desk neighbour sat down on your desk.

"Hey," she says, taking a sip from her cup. "Heading home?"

"Yeah, I can't wait, today really kicked my ass." You laugh, closing your computer. "Did you need something?" You ask.

"Well, I'm glad you asked," she says. "Look, I'll cut straight to it, this client I'm working on is huge, but they're an asshole. Specifically, a misogynistic one. He's like 60, and keeps saying how a pretty lady like me would be better suited as asecretary." She says in a sarcastic, sweet tone, before miming throwing up.

"I had an idea that my *supervisor* could close the deal for me."

"But... you don't have a supervisor..." you say, confused.

"Exactly! What I'm offering is this: you let me use your body to close the deal. You go home in my body and tomorrow mornign we'll swap back and I'll give you 10% of my bonus for doing nothing."

"Yeah, I guess that's fair. Okay fine I'll swap with you."

"Yes!" she cheers, before pulling the swap equipment out of her desk drawer. She attaches one end to her own head, and one end to yours. You feel your body grow weak and limp, before everything returns to normal-almost. In front of you now is your own body, and looking down you see...