It's not fun when I am left all alone in the office while the higher-ups are off to California on vacation, all at the same time. That's exactly how it is all this week at my place. Yes, I am alone, whole 2500 square feet of the office space, left in care of me. "You are the boss", my boss had said with a pat on my right shoulder before he left last friday.
A boisterous part of me wanted to host a party in the premises. That would have raised my standing among boys down here. But the better of me took over and I cancelled any thought of exploiting my supremecy of the territory.
Therefore, bored as hell, I was idling away my hours checking funny videos on youtube when I was disturbed by a little commotion at the front door. I hurriedly closed the youtube window, and walked up front to receive this visitor. Perhaps some high-end client who wants some serious issue fixed urgently, I thought feeling important. Afterall, I was the boss of the moment.
She was carrying a thin file on her left arm. She wore black short heel shoes, black pants; tight pants that revealed much width of her pelvis. Nice legs, I thought though I have seen better legs elsewhere. She had a latino look to her face; almond eyes, short pointed nose, small opening to her mouth, thin glossy lips, hair flowing upto her shoulders, big boobs. Was she single?
"Hi, do you have a moment to spare?" . A moment to spare? I have a week to spare lady. Just tell me how.
"Sure", I wanted to sound like a carefree american.
"Perfect", she forced a fake smile through her lips. I have seen those smiles before. Those smiles have motives in them. And those smiles can be seen abundantly on sundays around churches, in airplanes on airhostesses, in stores. That was a smile of a saleswoman.
"Your office has been selected to receive a special discounted rate on steak......." she continued with her deliberation which she might have rehearsed and delivered hundreds of times on different locations, as I listened, my eyes oscillating between her lips. Occasionally she would attempt a humor or two, which I neither understood nor care to acknowledge. For me it was a nice diversion from whatever boredom I was going through earlier.
"So can I go ahead and register you as our valued member?", she asked pushing back a strand of hair back into her head with her fingers. No rings, I noticed. Single lady, needs money to cover her tuition, I imagined. Pinkinsh polish on her nicely trimmed nails couldn't go unnoticed.
"Sir!", she wanted to confirm.
Now was the moment. It was time to end the show, and I had to be polite.
"Steak looks delicious ma'am, but you came at a very wrong time. All other folks are out on vacation and I am a vegeterian. I am really sorry." I almost laughed as I delivered this lie.
"Oh, I am sorry. But if you would , please, have them look at this brochure when they are back." She left the brochure on the table and walked towards exit. I could see her panty-line as she was walking back.
