Bacon Anything

Ethan 

From the moment I stepped through the private elevator of Coleman New York, my newly hired temporary assistant, Jacqui, stood right outside the exit with a takeaway cup of my coffee and her iPad firmly held to her chest. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that reached down to her knees covering her up modestly, a white blouse which showed no cleavage and a formal blazer. 

Her blonde hair was wrapped up into a tight knot at the back of her scalp showing off her elfish face and pointy upturned nose. 

"Good morning Mister Jackson," she perked her brown eyes large with excitement. She was still a student from what I understood and I hired her because I knew how hard it was to get a job at her age. I was still not sure if my act of charity was wise but she had a lot riding on this.