7| Office room and Cupcake

                                    

                                          
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Stepping through the glass doors, I was met by the tempting aroma of the coffee, paper, and ink. It was a massive building, but the insides were much grander. The floor was covered with off-white tiles, and the walls were white with many paintings, diplomas, and designs on them. A big chandelier was placed in the center, and it was both entrancing and gorgeous. There were numerous large rooms visible through the glass-covered walls, but they were all sealed. 
                          
I turned around and proceeded towards the reception area, where a tall, slender lady with a blue pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse was beaming down and talking on her phone.

                          
"All right, baby, I can't wait to sit on your mouth." As I approached her, she huskily murmured on the phone, making me turn as red as a tomato.
                          
" Oh Baby, you can take me in any position you want." She laughed huskily as she went on. I wish I could be swallowed by the ground right now. With an uncomfortable throat clearing, I drew her attention to me.
                          
"Uh-baby, I've had to leave; I'll call you later," she says and blushed.

                          
''Can't wait as well;  be rough tonight'' She hung up the phone after whispering the last part, causing me to cough loudly. 
                          
She looked at me with a wide smile on her face.

                          
"You must be?" she said, lifting her brows, all professional.
                          
"Arabella Oliver Brown," I responded, letting out a breath and smiling.
                          

"Of course! I've heard a lot about you. You aced getting a job at this place right after college." She said passionately, prompting me to nod with a gentle grin. Something within me told me that she might not be that bad and that we can be friends?

                          
While she was going through my paperwork, I blurted out, "I'm sorry."
                          

"You're sorry about what?" she inquired, giving out a tentative chuckle but still looking perplexed.

"I shouldn't have heard-" she cut in.

"It's OK," she responded suavely, waving her hands.

"Thank you" I informed her with a nod, and she raised her eyebrows at me.

"You do realize you're different, right Arabella?" She remarked with a slight smile.
                          
"Jenna, you may call me Jen," she says. She extended her right hand for a handshake, which I gratefully accepted with a grin.

                          
"Nice to meet you, Jen; you may call me Ella," I said, smiling.
                          
"Well, the pleasure is entirely mine. Come on, let's take you to your new office," she grinned at me as she stepped away from her desk. We proceeded towards the elevator as other employees stood nearby, all of them were greeting and conversing with one another.
                          
"Hello, gentlemen," Jen said as she stepped in front of the elevator, a charming grin on her face.
                          

They all returned Jen's greeting with gorgeous smiles on their faces.
                          
"Who is that?" A man with glasses with blond hair inquired, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
                          
"How could I forget?" she smacked her forehead. "Gentlemen, meet Arabella Oliver Brown, she'll be replacing Mr. Black," She introduced me cheerfully.
                          
And that's when they all started praising me for my accomplishment. They all seemed extremely pleasant and nice from the way they spoke. Something tells me that the office might not be as awful as I had imagined.


                          
''Hey Jen, is your boy toy still around? If not, then just give me a call'' A man in a grey suit with a beard said winking at her.
                          
''Thank you so much but your dick cannot satisfy my needs'' She told him flatly, dismissing him with her hands while I coughed my own spit.