As Greg's coworkers began exiting the elevator, bright and ready to begin their day of moneymaking and office politics, the usually mild mannered elder Strasserman felt his blood begin the boil over. His anger at the disappeare of his son, at the besmirching of his "sister in law" by his colleagues, at Fredericks making gross insinuations about Willow(Greg having no idea why he was angry on behalf of someone who technically shouldn't exist), at the sheer random whims of the universe conspiring against him and his family, caused the bereaved man to make an uncommon for Greg off hand remark.
"I wish that Jared had to put up with this harassment!"
The gemstone in Greg's hand suddenly began to feel uncommonly cold, and he dropped it from his hand on instinct, yelping a little.
The gemstone just as suddenly emitted an unearthly light, causing the elevator to glow an uncommonly beautiful shade of emerald green mixed with gold, briefly enrapturing Greg in its beauty, only releasing him once the glow finally vanished.
As Greg picked up the mysterious artifact, he heard a friendly but unfamiliar female voice behind him.
"Oh wow Greg, that's beautiful, can I see it?"
Greg turned around, not recognizing the voice. Only Janice and Jared were still on the elevator with him. Who could it possibly be?
Greg gave a small shriek when he discovered that Jared, much like Bill, had seemingly disappeared into thin air, only to be replaced by an attractive female doppelganger.
And boy oh boy, this woman who had replaced Jared was absolutely beautiful.
She was around thirty years old, but she was a young looking thirty.
Greg was old enough to remember back when thirty year olds looked old. Certainly not ancient, but they clearly adults. Part of that was just that most adults in the 1980s and 1990s dressed more maturely and got married and had kids younger than they did in the 2010s, and smoking and tanning probably contributed something too.
This young lady though, thankfully, seemed to still possess her youthful exuberance.
Or, Greg thought with a mental grimace, maybe he had finally reached that milestone where anyone who was more than ten years younger than him all looked like kids.
Regardless, the mystery woman was dressed in a fetching black skirt and white blouse that matched perfectly and emphasized her trim, athletic body. Her long curly brown hair was tied into a big ponytail, a few loose locks of hair cutely untucked and hanging off of her head. She wore black Manolo Blahnik heels on her stocking clad feet.
Greg tried not to stare at her sweater puppies, which were too large to hide in this tiny elevator, let alone her tight blouse.
Instead, he focused on her friendly, lipstick clad smile.
"Pardon me?" he asked with a sheepish grin, the same sheepish grin that his son used when getting into trouble or outwitting his does.
The beautiful younger woman pointed her hand at the Ahn'Ger Stone.
"I said that gemstone you're holding is super pretty. Can I see it?" she asked in her voice, high and sweet, unlike Willow's husky MILFy voice and Martha's also sweet but increasingly dowdy one.
"Um..." Greg said, unsure about what to say or do. Where the fuck did that asshole Jared go?
Without waiting for permission, the mystery woman gently extracted the gem and began examining it with her own delicate hands.
"I like your nails" Greg said impulsively.
The woman looked up at Greg and grinned cutely.
"Purple is my wife's favorite color" he added.
"They're periwinkle, actually, but thanks! I just painted them this morning."
"OK, I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds alone" said Janice with raised eyebrows and a deadpan tone of voice as she exited the elevator and towards her work station.
"I guess we better get off too" said Greg to the mystery woman, holding the door open with his foot.
"Oh. Of course" the woman replied, returning the gem back to Greg.
"Ladies first" said Greg, nudging his head for her to exist.
"Such a gentleman" she replied with another cute smile.
Greg watched as this woman followed him to the pair of desks that he shared with Fredericks, his fellow accountant.
"No, it can't be" Greg muttered softly to himself.
But obviously not that softly.
"What can't be?" the woman asked as she casually sat down at Fredericks's desk, in Fredericks's swivel chair.
She crossed her leg casually as she pulled into her desk and turned her computer terminal on.
Then Greg saw the name plate attached to her desk.
Jenna Fredericks
Greg gulped at the thought that he had accidentally transformed two people today, his son and his co-worker.
Greg have not appreciated Jared making comments about Willow, and he may have wished for him to know what sexual harassment feels like, but this was insane!
He shamefully pocketed the Ahn'Ger Stone.
**
Working with Jenna was significantly more fun than working with Jared.
Jared was a good guy, and he and Greg had mostly gotten along with one another, but he wouldn't have said he and Jared were best buds or anything.
They had mostly fraternized over workplace gossip, sports, local politics, and the like. Casual stuff.
Occasionally he'd learn a tidbit of personal information about Jared's personal life, but the younger man had chosen to keep things close to the chest.
All he really knew was that Jared was from California, San Diego to be precise, though he had gone to the University of Chicago for college to get his business degree, and had found employment at IngerCorp four years ago. He was aspiring to rise above being an accountant, though the competition was stiff.
Jenna, on the other hand, was extremely, almost inappropriately friendly with Greg.
She talked with him about everything she had done last night, including this new guy that she was seeing.
Her workstation was covered in photos of her and her friends doing fun things together, her cat, and selfies taken in different places, including the Grand Canyon and the Sydney Opera House.
Greg played along and laughed and gossiped along with Jenna, nervously hiding his boner underneath his table whenever she impulsively grabbed his hand.
The day was going by mostly OK until lunch.
Normally, this would be when Greg called his wife to check on her day, but between Willow and Jenna, Greg had his hands full.
As the two coworkers entered the stairwell, Jenna stopped him for a moment.
"Hey, can I, um, say something, Greg?"
"Yeah, what is..."
Jenna suddenly hugged Greg's body tightly, her soft breasts pushing deeply into his chest, her tongue entering Greg's mouth to kiss him passionately. Her affection pushed the two coworkers against the wall leading downstairs.
"Thank you thank you thank you" she said. "Thank you so much for being there for me when nobody else here believed in me."
"Huh?" said Greg, in a daze. What even was this day?
Jenna looked into Greg's bewildered eyes with her intense blue orbs.
"Remember how everyone thought that Old Man Ingerman hired me because, as Janice put it, I'm "some hot little bimbo"? I believed that was true for so long, that I didn't get here on my own talent. I cried for days about it when I first started here. You remember, right?"
"Uh..."
"I just wanted to say again that I appreciate you standing up for me when HR refused to look into Paul Allen grabbing my ass in the break room. You put your job on the line for me, and I can never forget that. I know you love your wife, but I just can't get over how much you turn me on, Greg."
Jenna grabbed Greg and kissed him again, running her fingernails through his thinning hair.
"Promise me you'll never tell Martha about us. Or your sister in law Willow. She's such a motormouth. I know that you love your sister and she'll probably put two and two together eventually anyway, but please, don't tell her about us!"
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