An office romance 2


“I’m supposed to show you around the office, ” Sandra said spinning a bunch of keys round with her finger.

No doubt she had really sexy legs, but she chewed her gum so loudly that it annoyed me.

“We have to be fast, so pay attention. She said rudely and continued chewing the gum in her mouth even louder.

She walked down the hallway while I followed behind her, and after a few steps, she turned to me saying “Do I actually have to do this?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean showing you around. You should figure it out by yourself! ” she replied.

I was confused, I hadn’t even been shown my office yet and barely knew the extent of the company which shared the building with several other small companies scattered around

“What’s your name again?” Sandra asked.

“I’m Collins ma”

“Yeah, whatever! I’ll see you around” She replied and took off, disappearing into one of the rooms around the corner.

I took the elevator down to the reception, and I went over to the counter where the receptionist greeted with a smile.

“How are you finding your first day at work?” She asked.

“Honestly, I’m confused,” I replied as I leaned onto the counter.

“You should have met miss Beatrice?”

“Sorry, who’s Miss Beatrice?”

“The Owner, the lady you went to her office.”

“Yeah, I did. Although Sandra was supposed to show me around she absconded.”

“Oh, Miss Sandra. She’s so annoying.” The receptionist complained. “Your office should be opposite her’s. Just avoid her and you’d be fine,” she added.

I thanked the receptionist as the phone on the front desk rang and walked into the elevator which took me back to the third floor.

I went down to where Sandra had entered, and opposite it was a frosted glass door. The new office was small and the smell of fresh paint was all around the room. It was empty except for a small desk and a chair behind the desk in one corner of the room

Shortly after I entered, the door swung open and Miss Beatrice was at the doorway

“I can see that you’re already settling in, and sorry for the wet paint,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied.

She looked at me, grinned, and left.

I waited for some time after she had left, then I continued browsing through the office.

Sitting down on the chair, I looked out through the window into the busy streets below for a while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the yellow buses, street hawkers and pedestrians going about their daily routine.

I met Sandra outside when I was leaving, her phone pressed against her ear, she was making a phone call. She seemed furious at whoever she was on the phone with.

“You!” Sandra called out.

I turned to see if it was me she was calling.

“I’ve forgotten that your name again, ” she said

“As expected,” I muttered.

“What did you say?” She asked

I shook my heads sideways, ” Nothing.”

Can you drive?

I replied yes.

“I want you to take me to this address, ” she said pointing at the address on a letter headed sheet. “I just fired my driver, ” she added, probably to scare me.

We walked together to the car park to a red SUV.

Sandra tossed me the key and opened the back door. I got into the car, started the engine and drove off.