In the plush waiting room, and see a self-assured man resting on the wide leather sofa. He's sitting in the middle, an arm stretched out to each side resting on the top of sofa. In front of him on the low table, a small cappuccino sits.
Robert is opposite him, as you enter, the room falls oddly quiet. You see a hint of pink in Robert's cheeks, and you safely assume he was telling a sexist joke or story.
"Ah, cutie... are there any biscuits?" the customer asks you.
You presume he's talking to you, it's your chest he's looking at.
"-cough- This is Tasmin Benedetti, and she'll be in charge of this deal." Robert tries to bring things back on track. Already you're having second thoughts about this experience. You feel like he paused before he said ...in charge..., as if he were undermining you, suggesting that you weren't ready.
Telling yourself not to be so insecure, you offer your hand to him.
"Tamsin, pleased to meet you. I'm John Steele." taking your hand, he leans forward and kisses it. You feel a shudder of revulsion, but keep that from your face.
That's an aspect of this change you don't want to think about too deeply. I mean... are you now a lesbian... or ... or heterosexual.
You push those thoughts down and away.
"I'm sure you're as smart as you are beautiful."
You flash a brief smile at the compliment, sincerely hoping he'll stop. Thankfully Robert's phone rings, he quickly checks the screen.
"Sorry, I have to take this." he leaves the two of you alone, as he starts chatting as he leaves the room.
"I guess I'm in your capable hands." John said.
Sweeping your arm towards the door you invite him to follow you. The walk back to your desk is short, and uneventful. John does indeed follow a pace or two behind you. You are glad he doesn't make any more 'compliments', but your scowl returns when you see from a reflection in a glass door, that his eyes are fixed on your ass as you walk.
"Let's get some details." you smooth your skirt as you settle down at the computer. Your slender fingers typing in the password to unlock the computer.
You already know he's not leaving this office the same as he entered.
John Steele, you type in for the target name.
An elegant wire frame appears, spinning in the centre of the screen.
"Ah... found your records."
You click on the box to keep the target unaware of any changes.
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