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The scratched black lettering on the wall read Level 3, Operations Support and Improvement. Making the decision to rush to his desk to verify that he was only a couple of minutes late, Jordan zig-zagged through the various teams on the floor, occasionally absently nodding or waving to colleagues he knew. His target in sight, Jordan halted his speedy entrance and adopted a casual stroll the remainder of the way - the goal of seeming like he wasn't worried about being late already half defeated by the redness lining his cheeks and the slight puffing of his complaining lungs. He checked his phone. 8:04. DAMMIT. That means... Of the six computer stations, two were already occupied by the early starters in his team. Kayla, the bouncy young 22 year old, fresh out of law school, poked her head up from the middle of the pod as Jordan collapsed in his chair, the groan of the overworked chair a sure sign of his arrival. As usual, Kayla was impeccably dressed, her bright green eyes accentuated slightly with a slight tinge of golden eye shadow. She had gone with a fusion of modern and ancient clothes today, with a white Victorian shirt, patterns of white lace placing coy emphasis around her slim hips, hinting at the buried treasure of an impressively proportioned chest. He knew that this meant she was also wearing the blue "toy" skirt (her words), a long, azure number that came down to her calves, but with a long slit down one side that revealed a hint of busty shapely, tanned thighs, and the tantalizing hint of what he thought was a Dragon tattoo, winding it's way up her thigh toward her stomach. "Oh, thanks for getting me that file, Jordan. I'm snowed up to my tits over here!" she sang in the exaggeratedly casual sounding "kiwi" drawl. The sense of palpable appreciation radiating from Jordan's face was clearly not lost on her, as she smiled a conspiratorial ass smile and winked as her face disappeared back down behind her computer screen, her shoulder-length golden-brown locks swaying behind her. He heard a voice like the sound of hard leather hitting a loosely gravelly pavement behind him. "Morning Jordan. Is that krampkeper file ready for review yet?" Jordan rolled his eyes. "Yes, Graham, it's drafted and ready for proofing, but you said you wanted it peer reviewed first, remember?" The fossil of a team manager grunted, the frown lines on his forehead reluctantly receding, allowing the bushy white eyebrows time to return to their rightful position. I rubbed her special spot. Making us cum just feels soooooo amazing. After a short exchange of sarcasm, he stormed out of the house to get himself something to eat. 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