My name is... Seamus, yes, Seamus works for this. I work for a company that produces films, generally middle of the road films, mostly good B flicks, but recently we have had a run of really popular movies that have caused us to become more prominent in the industry. Other than a nice salary bump we got the news that each department was growing.
I work in the Writing department, so this wasn't a huge issue. Writers are usually stacked due to seniority, it takes a lot for anyone new to jump to the top so I felt pretty safe when three 'kids' walked in and grabbed the 3 cubicles that were available. To be completely honest I felt rather smug in my office looking out at these new kids on the block with their punk outfits and oversized glasses.
The one negative about the company I work for is its rather outdated attitude towards fun, the Christmas parties are impressive from the outside, but on the inside its low alcohol beer, as little wine as the powers that be can get their hands on and typically savouries and club sandwiches. Fraternizing in the work place is a huge no-no. Honestly, if I was caught with my hand down the front of anyone's dress, even if it was after hours... I'm pretty sure I would be out on my ass.
This problem reached epic proportions when I wandered into the IT Department a few weeks after the new hires were brought on. I had been to this floor many times as my job relies on a computer and... I'm not the most IT savvy person in the company. I got shunted from cubicle to cubicle by the whizz kids until I ended up in the corner of the department looking down on one of the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
Fine elvish features, porcelain skin, framed by brunette hair and then when she looked up, the largest green eyes I have ever seen, behind normal sized glasses. This is one of those moments in old films when the girl swoons... but I wasn't a girl and I swear there was no swooning, just stuttering and probably a small amount of drooling. She smiled and my heart exploded and... other parts prepared to explode. "Hello, I'm Mira," she said, her smile not dropping at all.
Once I had my tongue under control and the little hearts had stopped flying around my head I was able to explain my issue. Her face screwed up in an adorable show of consternation and confusion. Then she stood up and said, "Let's head down and I'll see what I can do." I had frozen. Now for a little info about me, I'm 6'5" and while I'm not expecting overweight, I'm not ripped, there is some cushioning.
Now, while I'm rather tall, my preference in a partner is that she is short. Mira had just stood up and I would put her at all of 5'perfect", which translates to all of 5 foot nothing. She led me through the cubicles to the stairwell. Mira was wearing jeans and a red t-shirt with the Federation symbol on her left breast, without thinking I said, "Is it safe to be a red shirt on an away mission?" She looked at me, then looked down and burst out laughing.
