The Glass Tower
Tom sat at his new desk, looking out over Sutton Harbour. The cloudless sky let in rays of morning sunlight through the quiet, open-plan office. Through the windows, he could see yachts of various sizes moored up at the harbour below him. He was alone, sat in front of a desk with a laptop, his smartphone, and whatever ideas he had running through his head.
There was no micromanaging - no one cared if he was one minute late back from break. It felt like freedom. He never thought he could feel this fucking amazing at work.
Celia had exaggerated his media experience to the CEO of Sutton Media, and they welcomed him into his new role as a staff writer.
Tom was seriously grateful for this, but he knew the pressure was on. First, he had to learn a role that he was not as experienced or qualified for as his managers were led to believe.
And second, his position on the company was dependent on how much information he could get on a woman called Danielle Morgan, who was on the web development team. He felt as though he had two jobs to do, but it was a good pressure to feel. He actually felt engaged at work for once.
'Morning Tom!'
A muscular guy in a navy polo shirt and khaki chinos walked into the office, dumping his messenger bag by his desk.
'Morning!' Tom smiled back. 'In late aren't you John?'
'Traffic's bad,' replied John. 'Got stuck on the Tamar bridge.'
John was deceptively muscular under his polo shirt and glasses. As someone who seemed to have tried every extreme sport under the sun, he still didn't seem to have settled down in his mid-thirties. Now he was a staff writer and part-time documentary maker who was still determined to film every adventure he went on.
The two of them clicked. John marked Tom out as a fellow gym rat from the start, and had roped him into training in his local gym, instead of the cheap one Tom was accustomed to.
'You do know about the drinks we're having next Friday?' said John.
'No?'
'At the Custom House. We always drink there, last Friday of the month. Are you coming?'
'Yeah, go on then.'
For once, Tom was actually enthusiastic about drinking with his coworkers. He actually looked forward to coming into the office and seeing them.
It made him a little sad that things weren't as good as they could have been at his old job.
The day that Tom handed in his notice was glorious. First, it was the surprise on his manager's face, who thought he was a lifer, just like everyone else working there.
Then it was the looks on the faces of some of his female coworkers. He didn't realize how many of them actually liked him.
He remembered Sadie, a slim brunette with gorgeous flowing hair, and an ass he couldn't resist checking out. She followed him outside the building on his last day. She invited him to connect with her on Facebook, and suggesting they go out for a drink some time.
There were other women in the office who came in on that day: some wearing low cut tops to catch his eye; others finding excuses to stop and talk to him. If every day was like that for him there, it would have been harder for him to leave.
However, before Tom even started his new position, he was not comfortable with the gaps in his knowledge and experience. Although he was there to get Celia's information, one day that assignment would be fulfilled. Tom assumed she wouldn't have much use for him, assuming that Danielle was gone.
So Tom hit the online courses, social media channels, quizzing people on LinkedIn. Doing the things he really needed to do before landing the job, in the hope that he would stay there.
Danielle was on the Web Development team in an adjacent office. They were introduced on his first day, when John led him on a tour of the office.
Danielle was sat at her cluttered desk, the only woman in a room with a room with three other guys, staring at lines of code over their morning coffee. She had dark, wavy hair that went down to her shoulders, constrasted by a pale, oval face.
Danielle had a great, wide smile as she shook Tom's hand.
"Danielle," said John. "This is Tom, the latest member of our writing team."
Tom caught Danielle subtly regarding his body through a pair of thick, yet stylish spectacles. And he was regarding her right back the whole time. She had a pretty good figure beneath her dark clothing. She made him think of a younger Juliette: Slim, almost his height, with large breasts that were straining through her tight black T-shirt.
"Danielle is something of a coding genius," said John. "She's been working on the backend of our websites for a while now. She's our go-to for anything website-related."
"I'm no genius," she replied. "I've just been doing this for longer than anyone else."
Three deskbound coding nerds glared at both of them in the background. Tom thought it was funny and weird that he didn't even introduce those guys.
"There are times when I struggle with Microsoft Word," John added. "Which I probably shouldn't admit."
"I've been looking to add web development to my skillset as well," Tom said. "How did you learn this stuff?"
"I studied for a Masters in Computer Science at Plymouth Uni," she replied.
"Oh."
"But you don't need a degree to learn web development. I can give you some pointers some time."
"Yeah, please, I'd like that."
John moved into the office, prompting Tom to follow. He noticed Danielle checking him out in the corner of his eye.
'And this is George, Rufus and Phil,' said John, as they walked through the office. John cursorily explained their roles -- the same as Danielle's -- while Tom smiled, said hello, and was ushered away by John before they could have a chat.
Tom had been in the role for a few days, working on whatever briefs and tasks they threw at him, doing his best to prove that he was the right man for the job. He had spent his twenties trying to get into publishing after graduation, so writing wasn't a problem for him. It was the role and the environment that was alien to him.
Sitting at his desk that sunlit morning, he was writing on the Dell laptop, when a blonde woman in a charcoal blazer and matching pencil skirt sauntered into the office.
"Tom, are you busy right now?"
"Depends, what can I help you with?"
Sophia was one of the reporters. Something about her combination of formal business suit, slim waistline and big tits really caught his eye. It was as if those big breasts of hers were straining to burst out of her suit. He guessed that's why he liked sexy women in suits - the implied sexuality of their figures, hidden beneath the suit, caused his imagination to run wild.
Sophia leant forward over Tom's desk, allowing him a close-up view of her cleavage over her white top as she looked at his screen. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
"If you have time, could you research some facts about the local election? I have to run out to interview a few of the candidates."
"Sure, not a problem," said Tom. She flashed a smile at him. She had a great smile.
"Thanks Tom. You know we're having drinks at the end of the month, don't you?"
"Yeah, John told me. I'm coming. Are you?"
"Oh I'll be there. Make sure you are, too."
Tom's groin bulged under his desk.
Then he thought about Danielle. She seemed interested. And sleeping with her might be the only way to get any information out of her.
Pursuing two workplace relationships at the same time was way too risky. And if Danielle was going to be out of the picture soon, he would rather pursue Sophia. There was only one way to end this -- that was to get Danielle out of the way quickly and discreetly.
Later that morning, close to lunchtime, Tom saw Danielle walk through his part of the office into the kitchen. He walked in behind her a few minutes later, pretending to need a refill.
"Hey Tom," she smiled at him as she spooned some instant coffee into a mug, the kettle boiling.
