Office Ritual: Erasing His Exes in the Conference Room
Printer hums in the open space. Clicks of mice echo. Coffee aroma mixes with my musky perfume. I catch Guilhem’s […]
Printer hums in the open space. Clicks of mice echo. Coffee aroma mixes with my musky perfume. I catch Guilhem’s […]
Late afternoon in our Montmartre creative agency. I head back early to check on Mom. She’s been stressed. Open-space buzzes
Printer hums relentlessly in the corner. Coffee scent clings to the air, mixing with my sharp perfume. Open-space buzzes. Colleagues
Tuesday, 9:20 AM. Our shared office. Printer hums low. Coffee aroma clings to the air, tangled with my sharp perfume.
The row of rectangular neon lights bathes the office hallway in soft golden hues. Gray walls. I pause at the
Click. My heels echo on the linoleum. Open space buzzes. Printer hums in the corner, spitting paper. Colleagues tap keyboards,
Printer hums in the open-space. Coffee scent clashes with my sharp perfume. I’m Amandine, blonde in glasses, ambitious ad exec.
I’m Sophie, 30, blonde-ish hair to my shoulders, blue eyes, 5’6″, fit at 119 lbs. Cute face, perky 85B tits,
Wednesday. April. My office. Less traffic means I arrive early. Ambitious. Divorced six months. Celibacy firm intention. Until today. Tight
I arrived early at the conference room in our Les Halles office. Heart pounding. Christophe and I had teased this