A Few MInutes.

The phone rang - it was reception - and I knew exactly why they were calling. I glanced at my clock on the computer. 12:30pm. No go. I don't care who is here to see me, I'm officially on lunch for an hour. I let it go to voicemail, whispering an apology to Devon, the girl on the other end. She'd have to deal with him.

My text moos (it sounds like a moo when it vibrates), and it's an old friend. We'd been catching up on our lives all morning. "What kind of job," he asks, when I updated him on my new world, "Most Beautiful Woman in the Universe?" I smile. One man gone, another catches me. Actually, thinking back, the gone man never caught me...maybe his new love won't notice that quirk. I shake my head, and push the elevator button. I'm antsy and starving. No company for lunch today - they don't eat enough.

Of course, I run into the man I'm supposed to meet in the elevator. For a second I consider introducing myself, knowing from his Scottish accent that he's the one who's come to offer his sales pitch and kiss up. But my stomach trumps duty. I try to avoid his eyes (salesmen are much stronger when you meet their gaze), and ride down all seven floors with his Old Spice smell burning my nostrils. He stares up and down my legs the entire time. God, I hate salesmen.

Not that I blame him. My dress was so hot, it'd be a waste of money if someone didn't spank me.