Kay Marion’s First Day
Kaye Marion. Slim, beautiful, in a well live 45 year old way. Smokes. Stylish. Wears mini skirts. Long, messy hair, looks like she has just been fucked some mornings when she arrives in the office. Chilled. Down to earth. Somewhat naughty, in a very dry way. Efficient. Amazingly good at everything she does. Doesn’t take my shit. Is good for me.
And quite possibly my best friend in the corporate world.
She is married to Rocco, who comes across as a muscle bound bogun, but is actually a whizz-kid advertising exc who came up with many well known advertising campaigns.
I was in my office when she arrived at her desk, with the many bags she always seems to carry. Long leather coat, high heel boots, tights, short skirt, blouse, long silky hair, still her, statuesque slim self.
“Here I am,” were the first words out her mouth.
“I can’t tell you how pleased I am to see you,” I said. “The band is back together.”
“Your funny,” said Kaye. “I’ll just go to the ladies and poof my hair,” she ran her fingers up through her luxurious hair. “Then you can point me in the direction of the coffee machine.”
“I tell you what, I’ll go and make you a coffee.”
“You will do no such thing,” said Kaye. “I’ll get my own coffee, when I get back from the ladies, don’t be so daft.”
“Good to see you,” I said. I went to give her a hug.
She stepped away from me giving me a what-are-you-doing look. I stopped mid embrace. She smiled and then laughed her throaty laugh. “Come here you big lump.” We embraced. She smelt of cigarettes.
“Good to see you too.” She stepped back and gave me a look up and down. “Still looking sharp, Mr Grant.”
“Why thank you, Miss Marion.”
That was my nick name for her. She smiled, he eyes sparkled. She pointed at me with her fingers in the air. “The band is back together,” she said. “You watch, by mid morning it’ll feel as though no time has passed at all.”
“By mid morning, you’ll still be setting up your computer.” I point to her computerless desk. “There seems to have been some kind of fail…”
She inhaled threw her teeth. “I’m off to the ladies, hun,” she said. “Then it is coffee. Then I will have a chat to IT.” She slid her leather coat down her arms backwards and dumped in the middle of the desk. Then she strode off in the direction of the loos.
And quite possibly my best friend in the corporate world.
She is married to Rocco, who comes across as a muscle bound bogun, but is actually a whizz-kid advertising exc who came up with many well known advertising campaigns.
I was in my office when she arrived at her desk, with the many bags she always seems to carry. Long leather coat, high heel boots, tights, short skirt, blouse, long silky hair, still her, statuesque slim self.
“Here I am,” were the first words out her mouth.
“I can’t tell you how pleased I am to see you,” I said. “The band is back together.”
“Your funny,” said Kaye. “I’ll just go to the ladies and poof my hair,” she ran her fingers up through her luxurious hair. “Then you can point me in the direction of the coffee machine.”
“I tell you what, I’ll go and make you a coffee.”
“You will do no such thing,” said Kaye. “I’ll get my own coffee, when I get back from the ladies, don’t be so daft.”
“Good to see you,” I said. I went to give her a hug.
She stepped away from me giving me a what-are-you-doing look. I stopped mid embrace. She smiled and then laughed her throaty laugh. “Come here you big lump.” We embraced. She smelt of cigarettes.
“Good to see you too.” She stepped back and gave me a look up and down. “Still looking sharp, Mr Grant.”
“Why thank you, Miss Marion.”
That was my nick name for her. She smiled, he eyes sparkled. She pointed at me with her fingers in the air. “The band is back together,” she said. “You watch, by mid morning it’ll feel as though no time has passed at all.”
“By mid morning, you’ll still be setting up your computer.” I point to her computerless desk. “There seems to have been some kind of fail…”
She inhaled threw her teeth. “I’m off to the ladies, hun,” she said. “Then it is coffee. Then I will have a chat to IT.” She slid her leather coat down her arms backwards and dumped in the middle of the desk. Then she strode off in the direction of the loos.
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