"Anne, I'd like to talk to you in my office" phil, her boss said over the intercom. Everyone else looked over their cubicles at her. She felt embarrassed. As she slowly walked to phil's office, people continued to stare. They might have been looking out of pity, as she was new and couldn't get uses to the strict rules, but they were probably looking out of lust. Anne was wearing high heels that could have been mistaken for a stripper's, an olive green skirt that came down mid thigh, and a low cut green sweater that pushed up her boobs to show some nice cleavage. Once she got into his office, he told her to sit down. Even Phil couldn't help but stare as she crossed her legs. "Now, I know you're new to this office and you've had some trouble following the rules multiple times." Assuming she was going to get fired, she began to cry. "Dont cry, I'm not going to fire you." She sniffled, thinking there was a catch. Phil made her a cup of coffee, puttin what she thought was two packets of sugar in. She took a drink, wondering why she didn't taste the sugar. "I'm going to..."
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