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Lanie Day.   So good to meet you.”
    Virgil stuck out his hand and Lanie
realized she absolutely could not shake hands with the man.   She’d been stroking Brayden’s cum soaked
cock for the last few minutes.   Her
hands were still sticky from it.  
    She hesitated for a long moment.   “You know, I’m just getting over a bad
cold,” she told him.   “I probably
shouldn’t risk giving you anything.”
    From nearby, she heard Brayden laughing a
little at her.
    Virgil withdrew his hand and backed a
step away from her.   Then he turned
to Brayden.   “Anyway, I only stopped
in to say that I know I came across strong in our meeting a few minutes
ago.   But you know I trust you.   I get that you’d never do anything to
put our company in jeopardy.”
    Brayden appeared thoughtful.   “I appreciate you swinging by to tell me
so.”
    “Yeah.”   Virgil gave a little awkward shrug.   “Anyway, I should go, I have a lunch date
with the wife.”   He checked his
Apple watch and then headed out of the office.   “Nice meeting you, Lanie.   Keep this guy in line for me!”
    “Will do!” she called after him, as he
left.
    When she turned back, Brayden was giving
her a strange look.   “I think that’s
all for now,” he said.

 
    ***

 
    Lanie was washing her hands in the
bathroom when a gorgeous woman came out of one of the stalls.
    She had long, flowing dark hair and dark
skin, as if she had a permanent but natural tan.   Her eyes were almond shaped and
brown.  
    She was so striking that Lanie found herself staring at the woman in the mirror.
    Tall, wearing a body-hugging dress that
revealed a curvy body that men surely ogled over, she
could’ve been a model or actress for all Lanie knew.
    “Hi,” the woman smiled.   She blew a strand of hair from her face
as she turned on the faucet.   “Excuse me, but I’m sweating like a pig.   My makeup’s running.”
    “Could’ve fooled me,” Lanie replied.   “If I was you, I’d never even need to
wear makeup.”
    The woman laughed, rinsing her hands and
then dabbing at her face with her ring finger.   “I need someone like you around to talk
sense to me when I get crazy—which is quite often, unfortunately.”  
    Lanie laughed.   “I doubt I’d be of any help.   I’m pretty crazy myself.”
    “It’s always nice to meet a fellow crazy.”   The woman turned from the mirror and
fixed Lanie with her striking gaze.   “I’m Frida, nice to make your acquaintance.”
    “Frida like the artist?” Lanie asked.
    “Exactly.   My parents were huge fans of Frida Kahlo,
so I got stuck with that name.   Lovely.”
    “I think it’s a beautiful name, and it
suits you.”
    “Like I said, I need to keep your around
to say things like that more often.”   Frida grinned.   “And you
are?”
    “Oh.   My name’s Lanie.   Lanie Day.”
    “Are you new here?”
    “Just started today.”
    “You must be Brayden’s new assistant,”
Frida said, snapping her fingers.   Her brown eyes sparkled.  
    “That’s right,” Lanie said.
    For a brief moment, she wondered if
Brayden had ever pursued Frida.   It
would make sense that he might, given his reputation and Frida’s beauty.   She wasn’t wearing a wedding or
engagement ring.
    “I work in IT,” the beautiful woman told
her, “as weird as that sounds.   It’s
not a typical girl job, but then again, I’m not a very typical girl.”
    “Clearly not,” Lanie chuckled.   “But it’s really nice to meet you.   I don’t know anybody here.”
    “Well you’ll get to know everyone very
soon.   Hookup is a really cool place
to work, and lots of neat people here.   No stereotypical corporate clones and office zombies.   We’re all weird and kooky, especially
me.”
    Lanie smiled, feeling very welcomed for
the first time.   “Awesome.”
    As Frida was leaving, she turned.   “You should come tomorrow.   After work, there’s a little open mike
thing at a coffeehouse that a