My New Boss Loves My High Heels - Ch 3
I’ve always had a habit of kicking off my shoes under my desk and working barefoot. My old boss told me it was a sign I was concentrating.
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Within an hour at my new desk, I’d kicked off my to-die-for heels. They lay close enough to one foot to slide my toes over the leather. My stockinged toes stroking the soft leather as if it took the place of a reassuring comfort blanket.
Barefoot, occasionally swopping from stroking the shoes to digging my toes into the tactile office carpet. I got stuck in to some paperwork. I spent the rest of the morning reading contracts, setting passwords and watching my new boss being visited by various colleagues.
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I noticed a high percentage of impromptu visitors were women. They made a point of checking me out as they walked to his desk. I guessed the receptionist had put them on notice. If I wanted to fit in, she was the one to get on-side. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I’ve never been one for wine o’clock with the girls.
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