The week passed, and sure enough, bang on 4.30 PM, Sabrina heard a knock at her office door. As usual, she'd allowed her team to leave early, and it had allowed her to free her feet from the expensive sandals she'd been wearing all day. They were a strappy black pair with three-inch heels and she'd painted her nails white. She knew that her feet would have been causing a few stray thoughts among the men in the office who had a foot fetish, and perhaps even some who didn't.
"Come in," she called, quickly slipping her sandals back on.
In he stepped, and she could see that he had quickly started gazing underneath the table at her feet. She wasn't surprised as she was wiggling her toes as if they were all competing for his attention.
"I wasn't sure if I should come," he began.
Sabrina interrupted. "Of course. We had an appointment, right?"
"Yes, it's just my boss had asked me what I was doing here."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I told him you needed me to go over some of the new compliance policies."