Roger sat at his desk and stared at the ledger that lay before him and sighed. He just couldn't get into his work today. Normally he loved balancing books, it was one of the reasons he'd gone into accounting in the first place, but that day his mind kept wandering.
It didn't help that every half-an-hour he got up and checked if anyone in the office wanted coffee. He didn't remember doing that before, but for some reason he enjoyed it when he could be helpful. Each time he sat back down from his trip to the coffee maker it took him a full fifteen minutes to focus again.
He was pretty sure he hadn't always had such a concentration problem. He let his mind drift back to his school days, when he'd always gotten such good marks. His best class had been in office administration. A smile crept onto Roger's face. Of course, he admitted to himself, he was pretty sure the reason he'd done so well was that he always sat in the front row and wore very low-cut tops. His teacher, Mr. Applebottom, had always had a thing for cleavage.
Well, Roger told himself, cleavage isn't going to balance this ledger. Again he looked down at the book and attempted to find the mistakes that lay within. Sighing again with boredom, he wondered if anyone in the office needed a coffee warm-up.
