You put on your suit, to meet the enforced clothing standard, you pack your case with the copies that you were going to need today, as well as something to eat.
You leave your apartment, lock the door, walk down the staircase, and before long, you're heading out to the train station. The travel to work occurs without any notable disturbances, and finally you arrive at "Bernstein", a middle class accounting company, in a two-story building. You greet the secretary, run your card through the slider, and enter the main working room to head to your cell.
A crash, and paper scattering around. Jessie Arnold, a coworker of yours, had bumped into you while carrying a pile of documents, which are now scattered across the floor. "Hoops. Sorry, I'm such a clutz." She waves her hand, as you wait attentively for a second or two. No, not going to happen, she wants you to pick them up. She's closer to your boss than you, so you better not piss her off.
"No worries, here you are." Once you gathered them, you gently hand them back to her and proceed. It's going to be a sunny Friday, so nothing is going to get your mood down so quickly with all the anticipation for a free weekend. Eventually, you arrive, take a seat and turn on the computer. A pretty good while of filing, re-typing, adding-up and checking-up passes, until your boss herself finally shows up. She prances through the place, with her thick, curly blonde hair, and with every step shaking her ass clothed in a skirt that is actually shorter than the standard dictates. But then again she makes the rules here. By the time she disappears around the corner, you slightly blush and go back to work, because it's only then, that you notice you were eyeing her hips.
You quickly try to keep up the pace. You are really looking forward to two days of spare time, so you put all the more effort into it, by....