The weekend at last Jenny thought to herself as she finished buttoning her top, she grabbed her bag and headed out of the staff change room, as she exited the door she couldn’t help feel the eyes of her fellow colleagues on her.
“Jenny I need to see you in my office?” Her boss called out.
Jenny smiled at the sea of eyes and headed up the stairs to Mr Franklins office.
“ I hate to do this to you Jenny being the weekend and everything, Tokyo just called they need the contract on the merger reworked before Monday the client looks like slipping through our fingers if we don’t make some changes, they requested you, quite an honour, don’t you think?” Mr Franklin said with a smile. Jenny tried to hide her disappointment she was looking forward to going out tonight with the girls from work; she had even brought some new clothes for the occasion.
“You can use my office for the evening and Ill give you a call in the morning to see how you went, thanks Jenny.” Mr Franklin yelled out as he quickly walked down the stairs.
Jenny stood looking out through the floor to ceiling glass wall, she watched as her girlfriends left their desks and rushed for a position in the lift, shit Jenny thought how the fuck did this happen?
Jenny sat down at Mr Franklin’s desk, the sooner I start the sooner I can finish she thought. Jenny found the silence of the place eerie the usual sounds of telephones ringing the nattering of voices and the constant sound of fingers tapping on keyboards were all absent, it took a few minutes for her to settle down and become accustomed to the silence.
An hour had passed and Jenny was making progress on the new draft, she pushed the chair back put her feet up on the desk and carefully read her alterations. Jenny jumped as the phone rang correcting her balance as not to topple from the chair, Jenny picked up the phone, “Hello,” there was no reply “ Hello,” again no reply Jenny placed the receiver back down, wrong number she said to herself and started reading again. The phone rang again Jenny answered it quickly, “Hello, Hello,” once again there was no sound on the other end, Jenny hung the phone up. She walked over to the glass wall and surveyed the empty office its was now dark outside and only a few dim lights remained on in the building, Jenny felt a cold shiver down her back, she dismissed the feeling knowing if she was to dwell on it she would scare herself even more.
Jenny sat back down and the phone rang again, Jenny stared at it letting it ring and ring and ring, Jenny squeezed her legs together, “shit, shit ,shit,” she kept repeating, the phone kept ringing, Jenny snatched at the receiver, “Hello.”
“I thought you weren’t going to answer,” the voice on the other end said.
“How can I help you?” Jenny replied.
“You can’t however I can help you,” The caller said.
“Who is this?” Jenny demanded, she heard the line go dead, she slammed the phone down.
Once again the phone rang, as Jenny went to abuse the caller on the other end, a voice interrupted, “Now Jenny if you’re not going to play the game how can I help you?”
“Help me what, hey how do you know my name?” Jenny replied.
Jenny looked at the phone and realised it was an internal call; she gently placed the receiver on the desk and looked out over the empty office trying to see who the mystery caller was, she could see no-one. Jenny picked up the phone, “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything Jenny, I told you I want to help you,” the caller replied.
“Help me what and why is your voice all distorted?” Jenny said, trying to recognise some accent or distinction of the mechanical like tone.
“I don’t want you recognising me now do I and I thought all work and no play makes Jenny very dull and frustrated.” The caller’s voice taunting Jenny.
“Jenny sit down and relax take a load of your feet they must be sore wearing those high black stilettos,” the caller said.
Jenny didn’t want to lose control however her feet ached and she thought if she amused the caller they would become bored and leave her alone.
“Now Jenny why don’t you unbutton your blouse and slip out of that silky red bra and release those supple ample breasts of your’s?” the caller whispered.
“You’re fucking sick!” Jenny shouted down the line before she hung up.
Jenny started to gather her things when the phone rang again, Jenny stopped and stared at the phone, the phone kept ringing, Jenny ignored it and grabbed her bag, the phone continued to ring. Jenny stopped her mind racing what if this person was waiting for her, what if that was their plan to get her to leave; Jenny sat back down in the chair and picked up the phone.
“How long are you going to keep doing this?” she demanded.
“As long as it takes Jenny,” replied the caller.
Jenny paused for a moment and then unbuttoned her top releasing the clasp from the front of her bra, with expertise she removed the bra and flung it across the desk and quickly covered herself up.
“That must feel better?” the caller said. “Now take your top off and let those breast’s of yours enjoy the fresh air,” demanded the caller.
Once again Jenny hesitated and then followed the command of the caller, she slipped her top off and through it onto the desk, Jenny covered herself with her arms and then plucked up the courage to remove them arranging her long blonde hair to fall over her naked breast’s, trying somewhat to show some defiance.
“Jenny put the phone on speaker so you can free up your hand,” the caller ordered.
Jenny did as she was told.
