Chapter 5 05

§§Pamela.

I watched as the woman walked out of Mr Walters' office. She looked calm and composed and had a prideful look on her over powdered face. A clown was more fitting of a term. A clown and that was what she was. She crossed the short distance to the elevator and on her way sent one of the employees a seductive look. He looked at her, then her body then turned to the side as he spoke with a male colleague.

Her face soured.

Burned.

"How on earth am I to find something I have no clue about?" Noreen complained from my side.

She shuffled the drawers on my desk then went to the papers that were already scattered atop my desk. The cleaning lady passed by me and I sent her an understanding look. She seemed to be getting more than any of us got, as everyday Mr Walters' office would be in a disarray and she had to stay over time, two hours to be precise. The woman had kids and a family. I guess Mr Walters did not take that into consideration whenever he destroyed his work place.

But she got paid in huge amounts, so maybe he considered his actions before destroying his work space.

"Then you must be lucky not working directly for that big goof that calls himself Kyle Walters." I pointed my pen to the room in which he was in right now with the other business executives.

"I walked in on them and damn, that woman is as low as a hoe." I shook my head and Noreen laughed.

"What do you expect a gold digger to do? He still pays her though, even though the engagement was annulled. She is a player."

"A messed up one at that."

Noreen nodded then poked her head in my bag. "Hey." I hit her hand.

"I was told to look for something but I was not told what to look for."

I pushed her aside and rewrapped my folded chicken. She took a small pinch from the open packet. I hit her hand again and she dropped it to her side. "It's for me and Ollie."

"Ollie, Ollie sometimes I feel you spend too much on him and it was just a tiny bite. It won't affect the whole chicken. It is chicken right and not pork? you know I do not eat pork, right? right?" I shut my mouth and hummed to a tone that was playing on the low radio. "Pamy?" But I still did not say anything.

Then she did the dumbest thing, she reopened the foil and took a larger piece. "Hey!" She snuck her tongue out at me.

"What?" She asked as she licked at her fingers. One of the colleagues looked at her and his eyes turned dark brown. She twisted her index finger in and out of her mouth, swirling it along her tongue. The man hit another woman that had been coming his way and her hot coffee spilled to the floor.

"That was not my doing." Noreen said as she wiped her hand on a clean paper towel. The man stood up with a pink blush and apologized to the woman offering to buy her two cups of coffee if she was up to it. Noreen on the other hand smiled a devious smile.

Call her a devil.

She sat on my chair and raised her hands up. "Darling, listen to my predicament. I was told by my boss to find a document and hell I do not know what it is or what on earth I am looking for. I need help."

I stapled the last of the papers together and looked at her. "Maybe it's a file he wants." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Man can want whatever comes to his mind, including." Her eyes trailed down to the triangular shape that sat in between her legs.

"Omg Noreen don't tell me..." I left the sentence hanging. She gave me a horrified look and stood up immediately. "Pamela, do you think I would stoop so low, I mean, I cannot, but, oh, he has a wife, a family and a mistress outside. I would not want to bring myself such drama. And talk about age gap." She bit on her thumb nail, scratching the red polish that had been painted there.

"He is handsome." She said after a bit. "And I have had a crush on him for over three years." She pulled out her phone. "I mean look at his IG pics, that is some nice dick." She zoomed in and I could see what she was talking about. It was nice and quite big.

"I wonder how it looks in person." She looked up at me, her eyes ready to tell and her mouth quivering to spill.

"I won't judge you Noreen."

She let out a breath. "He smacked my ass this morning. Oh Pamela I got wet in an instant. But I did not react, then he came up behind me and pushed aside my skirt. You should have seen how I shredded. He kissed my neck and chin and that cute spot behind my ears. Then he lifted me up on his desk and spread my legs wide. I could feel his shaft even with my panties on. Gosh." She stood up and hit her head.

"I am sexually frustrated and I cannot help having wet dreams about my boss. I need to feel him Pamela but again I have a conscience, thinking about his poor wife and kids. Gosh." She looked down at my gaping mouth. She raised a brow.

"So we are talking about an office romance? I mean you have had a crush on him for so long and you need him," I coughed. "banging into you but again you are scared because he has a wife and family and mistress and also that you are in a relationship with something that is seeing someone else? Well I would not mind having front row tickets to his amazing show called, 'Noreen's life'". She did not find that funny.

"I find ways to deal with my problems, unlike your sexual frustration."

I smiled. "You're a dick."

"And you are a big one" She replied back.

"The biggest-" I cut her short.