Prologue
Some days take longer than others, and this one seemed to be determined to enter the record books. If it wasn't someone knocking on her door to just ask a 'quick question', it was the phone ring-ring-ringing with someone else who just needed a moment of her time to clarify a point for their urgent report. It would be nice if someone, anyone, took a moment to consider she had her own deadlines and just sent a damn email that she could reply to at her convenience. Failing that, telling them to "Get fucked" would be eternally satisfying, albeit just as unlikely to happen.
Still she could console herself with it being 4:30pm. As long as the day had been eventually even it had to succumb to evening, and the after-work commute. A chaos all of it's own, the shining light at the end of that particular tunnel was home. A gentle foot massage as she relaxed in the hot bath, glass of red in one hand and freedom with nothing in the other. No mouse, no phone, no pen, just nothing. Maybe an orgasm in the bath tonight. That new rechargeable vibe was waterproof, and he does so like to watch.
Her phone buzzing against the desktop startled her out of the daydream. Interesting timing, not many people have those details, and she hadn't set him a task today. Picking the phone up she unlocked it with a swipe. She smiled to herself as the notification faded into view: an email from the party planner. Excellent! The final pieces of his gift were falling into place. Smiling to herself as she tapped the email into view, she thought "He's going to enjoy this one, and he has no idea quite what he's in for!"
The email reads...
Dear Miss Janovich,
Thank you for the application you sent in for your sub.