Cory Servwell cringed at the sound of her boss’s annoyed shout. Jeffrey Farmer raised his voice over so many things lately she no longer scurried into his office to take care of the problem. This time, however, she knew exactly why he had yelled using her full name. She had waited until the end of the day, after the rest of the staff had gone home, to slip the letter into his inbox. Hoping to delay the confrontation a few seconds longer, she pressed the intercom button. “Yes?” She imagined the subsequent pause was needed for him to unclench his teeth before speaking. “Come in here please.” “Just a moment. I need to—” “Now!” She disconnected the intercom, rose from her chair and smoothed her lightweight aqua dress. It was the most feminine thing she owned. The fitted top showed off her full bosom, the swishy skirt brought attention to her rounded bottom and the semi-sheerness of the delicate fabric was subtly suggestive. White, strappy high-heeled sandals completed an ensemble that should have had her feeling quite pretty.
