Chapter 6

"Well hey there," the secretary said, turning and beaming you and Sabrina with a big smile and splash of Southern drawl. She was blonde, with a bob haircut that was just starting to get too long, and when she smiled she showed a real set of chompers, beaming bright white.

Sabrina, who had started the conversation, abruptly turned to you with a smile instead of answering.

"Oh, hi," you said, stepping forward. "We're interns with Blake, Meyer and Associates. We're supposed to have an appointment to perform employee surveys?"

"Ah," the secretary said, her smile dropping a bit. She gestured over to the chairs in the waiting area. "Alright. Well, why don't you two grab a seat and we'll see about figuring things out for you."

"Thanks," you said, and she nodded in reply and began typing on her computer.

You and Sabrina moved over to the bench seating off to the side of the waiting area. "That wasn't so bad," you said quietly to her.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she took a seat. "Ugh, really?" she asked. "That was terrible. No wonder Becks doesn't give you the time of day."

"What? I was polite," you said.

"Typical guy," Sabrina sighed. "John, that woman spends her entire day stuck behind that desk and doing menial work for people who get paid more than her. She's an eternal intern. The only time she gets to feel important is when that monotony is broken by people coming in that door. She wants to talk! She doesn't want to just usher you on to whoever is waiting for us."

"I guess that makes sense," you whispered. "But we're at work. Aren't we supposed to be... business-like? Professional?"

"That's not how you get ahead," Sabrina said. "Take us right now. Did we get this day out by just keeping our heads down and being professional, or did we take some risks and stick our heads up?"

"I don't feel like we took many risks to get here, Sabrina."

"Fine, OK. Bad example. But just- Do you agree it couldn't hurt to get to know this lady more?"

"I guess not," you said.

"Good, OK. Now just watch and listen," she said, then stood up and smoothed her skirt before walking up to the secretary. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I just had to ask where you got that necklace. It is just fab."

Fab? You'd never heard Sabrina talk like that before, in school or at work, or online. The thing was, somehow it worked. The secretary lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as she turned on that megawatt smile again.

"Oh, you noticed it? O. M. G. It's so beautiful, right? It was a gift from my boyfriend," she said.

The conversation was inane and, honestly, some of it went over your head. But the lady was fully engaged with Sabrina and grinning like a fiend as they talked. Sabrina, for her part, was leaning over the front of the desk. Your mind quickly drifted from the conversation to Sabrina's ass, pointed back at you. Her skirt was hugging her hips but fell loosely in swoopy black drapes down to the tops of her calves. As she leaned over, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other - she was wearing her usual work shoes of simple but elegant two-inch pumps, and as she shifted favouring one foot then the other, her ass slowly rocked back and forth.

Clothed, Sabrina had a relatively petite body with just enough curve to make her stand out as womanly in her slenderness. From your online 'research,' Sabrina had a booty that wouldn't quit even if it was carried by her small frame - her two cheeks were tight and plump at the same time, and she had that delightful diamond gap at the top of her thighs. Not that you could see it now, but you could definitely daydream.

Your reverie was broken when Sabrina glanced back over her shoulder, flashing you a smile as she caught you staring. No, you weren't staring, you were watching, right? She'd told you to pay attention, so that's what you were doing. But she smiled at you, and when she turned back to her conversation she lightly kicked her leg up, bouncing it in an almost playful way for a few moments.

She was flirting with you, right? Was she?

Yeah, she had to be.

Holy shit, Sabrina was flirting with you!

"Ah, yes, you two must be our guests from BMA, yes?" a woman said, stepping into the lobby area from the open office beyond.

"Yes, we are," Sabrina said, as you stood and joined her. "Terry sent us over to gather the employee survey data."

Terry? You wondered, then remembered that was Garrison's first name. Usually you just called him Sir, or Mr Garrison. The way Sabrina said his first name felt weird, like she knew him as a colleague instead of as a boss. It made her sound- Oooh, right. She was making a good impression.

And you had gone and introduced yourself as an intern. Lowest of the low in an office - even the nightly cleaning staff were more important and more trusted than you.

For the first time, you thought maybe you were starting to understand 'Fake it till you Make it.'

"Great. Glad we're finally getting rolling on this," the woman said. She was dressed in a smart, bright red pantsuit and looked like she was in her fifties, with dark wavy hair that was starting to show heavy silvering under the lights. "Follow me, we'll get you set up in the back conference room."

You and Sabrina followed the woman into the main part of the office. You gave the secretary a smile on the way by, and she responded with one that didn't hit half the wattage as what she'd had plastered on her face while talking to Sabrina.

The office looked like it was about two-thirds that open space - desk pods were crammed into the area, while architectural drawing desks were lined up along the bank of windows looking out at the open air between the downtown skyscrapers. You weren't high enough up to really see skyline, and not low enough to see the street, so while it was a view, it wasn't much of one. The back third of the office looked to be private rooms, headed by a large, fancy conference room with a heavy oak table and all sorts of projector and television equipment.

You were not led to that room. You and Sabrina followed the woman to a short hallway, led past a staff kitchen area, a janitor closet and a pair of staff washrooms, before arriving at an oak door. Inside was a squat room crammed into some forgotten corner of the building. It had several windows looking out at the side of a different adjacent skyscraper, but was otherwise bland in every way. There were a few old office chairs, a flimsy square table and a cheap, white mug holding a half dozen pens.

"It's not fancy, but it's what we've got for you. We're a little short on space right now," the lady said.

"It's fine," you said. "We've got everything we need."

"Good," the woman nodded. "I'll give you a few minutes to set up, then start sending folks back."

She didn't wait for a reply, turning and leaving you and Sabrina in the cramped little conference room.

"Well," Sabrina said, "At least it's not in the same building, right?"

"Yeah," you said.

It was exactly like your regular shitty little room you had escaped working in back at the office.