I rotate in my executive chair one hundred eighty degrees. Looking out my twentieth-floor office window at the skylines, the yellow and orange sun glistens off the buildings in the early evening. I close the blinds and my lights illuminate. I re-swivel back to my desk and my work. Just to the right of my computer is my mirror, where I notice my thin wire framed glasses are slightly off kilter. I take my time on adjusting them. My black suit is still sharply pressed even after twelve hours in my chair. The gray undershirt is a perfect complimentary for my c-cup breasts, cut low enough to get attention but not too low to get that attention. My mermaid necklace hangs to my cleavage, the silver medallion shimmers perfectly off my tan skin. I blow a kiss to myself in my mirror before I hear a sound outside my office door.
Everyone has gone home so I don't know who is out there. "Hello. Is anyone there?" No answer, then I hear another loud bang. I get up from my chair and cautiously walk to the door. It's hard to be quiet in my gorgeous heels. I peak around the corner and a man jumps out and startles me. I lose my footing and fall on my ass, while making a high-pitched squeal.
"I'm sorry. Miss Everton. I didn't mean to frighten you."
It's Santiago, the late-night cleaner. He takes his headphones off and helps me to my feet. "It's okay Santiago, I'm okay." I say while brushing my self off, hopefully my face isn't too red.
"No, I'm really sorry."
"Uhh, don't worry about it. What are you doing here anyway? Isn't it a little early yet?"
"No."
"No! It's only seven o'clock. I thought nine was the earliest any cleaners can be here."
He shakes his head. "I-I mean yeah, Jamie is out sick tonight and I have a big day tomorrow. I was hoping I could get here a little early and get everything done." He gently but firmly grabs my hand and forearm. "Don't say anything please."
"Jamie is the other cleaner on this floor?" I ask.
"Yes. Miss Everton, she is." He says as his eyes are darting back and forth.
His sleeves are rolled up on his blue one-piece cleaning suit, showing his tan skin and veins popping through his tight skin. "You've been working out I see."
"Yeah, I have my up coming tryout. It's tomorrow!"
"What tryout?" I ask while readjusting my glasses.
"I have a baseball try-."