"Karen, would you step into my office please?"
I looked up from the stack of policy documents piled up on desk. The newly formed insurance company that we worked for was having a lot of success with various life policies designed to beat the regulations imposed by the current government. I was the designated supervisor of the section. Frank, my line manager looked at me neutrally, "When you are ready, Karen!"
I stood up and followed him across the large open plan office to the managers corner office. As I walked across the office, the girls on my section watched me, no doubt curious as to what it was that I had or had not done. I hoped that there was not yet another problem brewing on the recently printed documents, the hopelessly inadequate computer system was prone to miss-match policy documents to clients, and the large number of temporary staff tended to fail to check the details before sending out the policies.
As we entered the office, Frank closed the door behind us. This was unusual as all of the managers tended too have an open door policy. I thought to myself, this must be serious!
Frank sat down at his desk leaving me standing before him, on the carpet as you might say.
He looked me up and down appraisingly. He saw a young attractive married 25 years old woman. I weigh in at about 96lbs, and at five foot ( and a little bit) with small well formed breasts, a ballet dancer figure, I had trained as a dancer, but as I was not 6 foot tall had not been one of the chosen to make it professionally, I have what my husband calls elfin looks.
It seemed he was looking at me as though seeing something in me that he had not noticed before.
"Karen, what I have to say to you is of a somewhat personal nature. I would not normally have brought the subject up, but as an event has occurred on company premises and has been brought to my attention I have no option but to address the issue directly with you."
He looked a bit embarrassed as he drew from the drawer in his desk a manila envelope. I wondered what it could possibly be. It looked official, bearing the name of the security company who patrolled the offices when they were closed, the patrols were random. We would sometimes we see one of the guards when working late nights to catch up.
He opened the envelope and withdrew several photographs. "Last Tuesday at around 10.30 p.m.the patrolling security officer took these photos."
I could not see the photos, but cast my mind back to the day in question....
Oh my god, I thought. That was the day that, after working late to catch up with the print runs ,I had gone out for an Italian meal with Tim from the IT section. After the meal we had come back into the closed office to have a coffee before driving home.
Frank looked at me as I was reflecting on this. I started to blush partially from embarrassment and partly from arousal as I remembered the events of last Tuesday evening.
