(Written By Writerstrike)
“Oh, hey…” Her chocolate brown eyes crept all over your uniform, “Stan. Stan could you please help me with the-err-“
Henna searched her mind for the right word. Stan clears his throat, “You need help with the printer?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind…” her squirrelish womanly voice chirped, “Thank you so much.”
“No problemo,” He passed Henna. Stan immediately could tell her measurements just by nearly sizing her up. Henna obviously had a nearly a foot on him. Perhaps she was 4’11? Maybe. Stan was good at this sort of thing, but he wanted to see more of her figure without coming off as a creep.
“What is it this time just a paper jam?” Stan asked just to break the ice, “Y-yes. Sorry, the other workers around here warned me to not use this printer as it is…untrustworthy.”
The main panel popped open to reveal a good chunk of papers crammed into the processor, “I take it you’re new to this job. Haven’t seen your face around here before.”
Henna flipped her flawless waist length black hair, “Well, I’m both new to this job AND this country. I’m from India.”
Stan chuckled quietly, as if the thick accent and slightly ethnic clothing wasn’t already a dead give away, “Fascinating. So I take it you enjoy America?”
Henna took a honest second to think up an answer, “Eh, it’s okay so far. I’m really just here for the job. It pays really-“. Anita felt a tinge of inconsideration after almost talking about her high profile job in front of a janitor.
“I was born and raised in the slums of India. So living in America is a amazing change.”
Her story, while short and vague, made Stan somehow look up to Henna aside from his short stature.
“Today’s my second day here and I love it,” she continued without a question, “I didn’t expect there to be such a-a-uh-“
“Small? Big?”
“-Vast. Vast business run by women. And, uh, it is kind of strange how they all are so…full-figured.”
The last pieces of paper were forcefully unwedged from the printer, “There we are. Say how did you come across this job anyhow?”
Henna placed her paper into the copy section of the machine, “Internship. I was one out of a thousand just to get the chance. I met with the head CEO just weeks ago. Who was also very large. She told me about all of the opportunities and benefits.” Her accent was really coming through now. It wasn't annoying, in fact it was just cute.
“We had a very filling lunch of American cuisine. I didn’t think I would be able to get up afterward. Heh.”
“Oh you’re going to love the food here.” Stan regarded looking at Henna’s figure again. She-she looked like the kind of girl who mainly cooked food from her homeland while not eating much of it. She was thin to put it plainly. A massive parallel to the other ladies that worked here.
“After the lunch. She told me I had the position of Business manager. I was so excited!”
“Y-You should be sounds like you worked pretty hard.”
“I did so.” Henna grabbed the copied paper and clipped it to her clipboard, “Anyhow, I have to get this paper filed in before me and the girls run off to lunch. They really –-“
“Seem to like you?”
“Yes. That’s it. I-I’ll catch you on the flip side.”
Henna walked away with Stan still peeping at her, “Man, this chick has no features at all! Oh well. At least it was nice of her to treat me as an equal and not try to sit on me like the other people in this building.”
Stan went about his business by sweeping up bits of paper around the recycling bin.
“The last business manager? Is she referring to Whales? She left the same day I came in. Never got to see her, but I heard the same thing to. She filled right into the roles that she was given, rose to the top, and retired.” Stan thought dumping the fragments from the dust pan.
“I wonder how Henna will hold up.”
A second thought passed in-between his travel to the elevator.
“I wonder how much Whales changed from the time she started here. There’s a saying that no employee gets all that money without a little change. Maybe I could just snoop through her personal records later tonight.”
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