Bringing Daddy's Work Home

"Whew! I can't believe this shit."

Marilyn Walker, recent high school graduate, stared into the reflection in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, thinking to herself about her latest situation. Here, she was standing in the bathroom of the office of some city bureaucrat whose name and title escaped her at the moment. As she slicked her hair back nervously with a free hand, she looked at the scene presented to her in the mirror. She was dressed in a light pink business suit, with the skirt coming down to a bit above her knees and her jacket hiding a white lace bra bulging with flesh. She stood a bit unstably on her short pink heels, nervous about the situation she was in, glancing around the mirror in a futile attempt to find something to calm her down. She bent down a bit to turn on the water, then bent down further to splash some cold water on her face to relax.

Marilyn took one last deep breath, then said to herself under her breath, "Here goes nothing."

She strode out, putting up a front of confidence as she walked up the short hallway up to the office. She took note of the nameplate on what she supposed was the secretary's desk. "Ah, Gerald Scott…that's the guy I'm working for," Marilyn thought, making a mental note to herself. She then knocked on the office door in front of her, trying to keep herself steady on her feet. Then, a somewhat tall middle-aged Black man dressed in a business suit answered the door.

"Uh…I take it that you're Mr. Scott?"

"Yes," Mr. Scott answered. "I take it that you're the new secretary that the temp agency sent over."

"Yeah…"

"The assignment is for two weeks while my regular secretary is out. It shouldn't be too hard. I'm often on the phone or holding meetings in or out the office. The instructions for the phone are written down next to it. Everything else should be pretty much self-explanatory. Got it?"

"Sure."