Nobody really knew who hired Pia. Nobody even knew what Pia's role was, but she was there every day, as if she was just meant to be there. Since she started, however, the company's fortunes had improved significantly. Sales and profits were up and staff morale, usually a real problem, was absolutely sky-high.
On this particular morning, Pia stood up from her desk, eager to complete her first task of the day. She scanned the room, looking for something...or someone.
Across the office a few desks away, the post boy was pushing the mail cart, collecting and delivering packages. Pia caught his eye and smiled sweetly at him. The post boy, a new hire, nervously smiled back and gave a shy wave in her direction, looking around to check it was really him she was smiling at. She put down her pen and notepad and made her way towards him.
Pia's sense of style was unique in the company. Somehow, she was able to wear clothes that would usually draw a warning from HR, but the HR team never seemed to mind. It was as if she had bewitched the whole business, like a siren of good deeds.
Today, she wore a tight white blouse, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage and the lace edging of her black push-up bra. A black miniskirt fit tightly to her slender hips, with the hem just low enough to preserve her modesty. Black stockings and black patent stilettos finished off her outfit. Her makeup was simple but immaculate and her blonde hair was pulled back in a neat, sleek ponytail.
