Erica sticks her head inside the door, looking around briefly. "I GUESS HE WENT HOME ALREADY..." she said to herself, and plopped down in his swivel chair, her enormous black converse sneakers just missing his tiny form as she did so. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
Randy watched her move with uncanny speed and sit down in his chair. She was going to take a nap in his office during her break...Randy ran towards her massive foot and began punching the toe, trying to ignore how much it hurt his hand. "Erica," He yelled, "I'm down here! Please, Erica, you have to help me!" But Erica was oblivious. She lifted her other foot and spun the other desk chair around to face her and, terrifying her now miniscule boss, raised the foot he had been banging on.
Randy threw himself on the ground, narrowly avoiding having his head taken off by Ericas' enormous feet. He shivered at how insigifigant he'd now become, almost being killed by the dainty foot of his twenty year old subordinate!
She lifted her feet up and crossed them at the ankles on the other chair and leaned back, her breathing slowing down.
"Shit...she's going to sleep. She's never going to hear me like this.
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