Tim yawned one more time before he chugged the dregs of stale coffee from his travel mug. He had a feeling it was gonna be one of those days. As he walked across the parking lot to the office entrance he ran across Stan, one of his coworkers that he actually could stand to hang out with.
"Hey, Tim. How's it going?" Stan asked.
"Same old, same old."
"I hear ya. Williams won't get off my case about those DTF reports."
"That guy has a stick so far up his ass it's coming out his nose!"
The two guys chuckled as they entered the building, then stopped to take in the sight that greeted them every morning.
There was Tiffany, sitting behind the reception desk, engrossed in the latest issue of Vogue and twirling a finger in her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a hot pink bustier and skimpy black bandage skirt, with black peep-toe stilletos. Her finger and toenails were painted the exact color as her top. She looked up as the two men entered.
"Hiya boys!" She said.
"Hi Tiffany," they both greeted. "You look sharp," Stan complimented.
"Thanks babe! David took me to some boutiques this weekend!" She said as she brushed her hair behind her ear, flashing her obscenely expensive engagement ring. The phone at the desk rang and Tiffany answered, giving Ted and Stan a moment to admire perfection before sloping off to their cubicles.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for a piece of that!" Ted said once the two rounded the corner into the main office area - a bullpen of cubicles with offices and conference rooms around the edge.
"I know, man," Stan said. "So fucking hot, it's not fair. And that top is SO on trend."
"Huh?"
"The bustier. It was all over the runways in Milan."
"What do you mean?"
Stan rolled his eyes. "Never mind. I've got a lot to do. DTF reports, remember?"
The two went to their respective cubicles, but something was bugging Ted. Since when did Stan know so much about fashion?
