Harvey raised his head and sniffed the air as the familiar scent of expensive perfume wafted over to his desk. A quick glance at the watch on his wrist confirmed his hunch: Ms. Granger was returning from her extended lunch break. He peeked over the short walls of his cubicle and saw her standing by the lift, chatting to Clive. As always, she was dressed in designer clothing that — despite seemingly moulded around her body to draw attention to every sensuous curve and perfectly proportioned body part — exuded a sense of authority and professionalism. Her flame-red hair was tied in a tight bun and held together with an ornate hairstick studded with jewels that glinted under the bright lights as she moved her head. She had several shopping bags tucked under her arm — all from designer outlets.
Harvey slunk back to his chair and tried to concentrate on the paperwork piled on his desk. He was way behind and Ms. Granger was expecting him to have finished the project by lunch time. He was hoping that she had forgotten about it so that he had a little bit more time to finish the work. As he furiously tapped the keyboard on his computer to load the Windsor file, he realised with a sinking heart that Ms. Granger was standing at the entrance to his cubicle. He slowly turned around to face the imposing figure.
"Do you have the Windsor report ready?" asked Ms. Granger with a cocked eyebrow.
"I—I need a little bit more time to finish it Ms. Granger," Harvey said, wilting under her intense gaze. Ms. Granger's perfectly symmetrical features clouded over with annoyance and she tapped the floor impatiently with her Louboutin heels.
"That's not good. I have a call with them later and I need to study it before that." Ms. Granger bit her lip and crossed her arms in front of her — squishing her shapely breasts together in the process and outlining a lacy bra through the white silk blouse she wore. Harvey quickly glanced down to keep himself from staring. Despite his best efforts, he felt a painful erection struggling to break free inside his trousers.
"Give me thirty more minutes please. I'll have it ready for you." Harvey pleaded.
"Hmmm...okay. Thirty minutes. No more." replied Ms. Granger. "Bring the files straight to my office when you're done." She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving an intoxicating hint of perfume hanging in the air.
Harvey returned to his desk and worked furiously until he finally managed to complete the paperwork with just five minutes to spare. He ran between the cubicles and skidded to a stop in front of a large corner office. A polished bronze plaque was mounted on the door with the words "Ella Granger, Managing Parter" engraved on it. Harvey straightened his collar and smoothed down his rumpled shirt before softly knocking on the door.
"Come in," Ms. Granger's voice sounded hollow, filtered through the thick wooden door. Harvey opened the door and walked into a luxuriously decorated office with a large plate glass window offering a stunning view of the city's skyline. Ms. Granger was leaning back on her chair, facing away from the door and looking out the window. She had kicked off her gleaming high heels next to the stack of shopping bags she was carrying earlier. Her stockinged feet rested on a corner of the large mahogany desk. Her pedicured toes, painted a dark red, peeked out through the sheer material. Without turning around, she raised her right arm above her head and snapped her fingers. Harvey quickly walked around the desk and handed her the folder he had prepared. She took the folder and impatiently clicked her fingers again, gesturing to the floor. Harvey dropped to his knees in front of her and leaned forward with his palms digging into the soft carpet. He straightened his back and formed a foot rest for Ms. Granger who leaned further back on her chair and placed her stockinged heels on the small of his back.
