Day 3, Monday morning. Even the coffees can’t keep us awake. 6 people have drank 34 cups and yet… The deadline to submit the perfect advert copy is by 10am, 8 hours 23minutes and 7 seconds from now. Failure to submit or providing a substandard copy will cost us millions, double digits no less. My Supervisor keeps dozing at the board.
He is supposed to be documenting our brilliant ideas but what ideas did we have? What was supposed to be a quick brainstorming session on Saturday has spiraled into whatever this is. We the creatives, all five of us, are completely spent mentally. Clinton is half-asleep in his chair, drooling saliva unto is shirt. Tunde appears to be watching a movie but at this point, I dare say the movie is watching him. Cynthia has stepped out to call her fiancé which means, if I know her well, to bum a smoke. And Mary?
Mary sits directly opposite me, awake. A large conference table, made from mahoghany, separates us. Aside from official business, we’ve never had a real conversation. She’s always seemed so shy and conscious of her personal space.
Suddenly, I am conscious of my personal space. A toe is riding up my leg ever so slightly. I don’t need to check to be sure, this isn’t my first rodeo. It stops just at the tip of me, teasingly. I look at Mary. Her face remains blank, staring through her glasses at the scribbling in her notebook. The toe leaves after a minute, leaving me hard and ready. My turn.
I stand up abruptly. Supervisor jolts to look at me with hope in his eyes. I shake my head sadly and he nods slowly. I walk, stretching casually, around the room. A great deal of caution is taken not to attract attention. I eventually reach the back of Mary’s swivel chair. After a careful glance around just to be safe, I lean into her. My lips are barely inches above her neck. I breathe, deep and hard. Her facial expression doesn’t change but I hear the faint shudder reverberate through her body. I brush my nose past her sleek jawline and reach for her pen on the table. Immediately it’s in my hands, I walk back to my seat, careful not to look at Mary’s face. It’s all part of the dance.
4 minutes later, she slides her notebook over to me, asking for a ‘quick review’. Before I can open it, she takes leave of the room hastily. I turn the book open. Lace. I had her pegged for a Satin girl. Oh well.
I count slowly, to sixty and then tell my Supervisor I need fresh air. I can’t tell if he’s heard me from his dream world. None of my business. I walk briskly towards the restrooms. The other half of the sexy Lace underwear is hanging from the men’s room doorknob. Bold move, but who could catch you at 2am in the morning? I open the door and there she was. Her glasses were off, as were other things. I close the door.
I get back to the conference room 15 minutes later and settle in my chair. 7 more minutes and Mary walks in with a smug grin plastered to her face. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think I’ve gotten it.”
I smile, You’re welcome.
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