Honey_B
Weaver of Dreams
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Kathy Kramer owned one of the most expensive lingerie shops in the city. The name engraved on the brass plate next to the door read, “Kathleen’s House of Lingerie.” It should have read “Kathy’s Secret” because what Kathy kept hidden behind the frosted glass doors on the third floor was much more interesting than anything Victoria had ever dreamed up.
She had opened the lingerie store almost ten years ago. While it had been difficult at first, Kathy was a shrewd businesswoman and the boutique had flourished.
At 43 years old, Kathy didn’t look a day over 35. She stood 5'6" tall and possessed a wicked set of curves. Her shoulder-length blonde hair shimmered in the soft light of her impeccably decorated store. Kathy’s face might have been described as classically All-American except for her eyes. Instead of the clichéd blue, her eyes were an exotic jade.
It was 8:30 in the morning. As always, Kathy sat behind her gargantuan desk, perusing her personal e-mail. Her eyes wandered to her appointment book. Her new personal assistant was set to begin work today. Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. After her last assistant had died unexpectedly, she had had quite a bit of trouble finding someone who met her expectations. It had been a nightmare sifting through the dregs of humanity that walked through her door.
She glanced at her watch – 8:30. He had better be early. Kathy buzzed the staff downstairs. No one answered. Kathy waited less than five seconds and buzzed again, wishing once again that she could attach some sort of electrode to her employees – something that would deliver a shock when the help failed to respond promptly.
A breathless voice answered before Kathy had a chance to press the button a third time. It was the newest girl, Jennifer.
”Yes, Ms. Kramer?”
“My new assistant is beginning today. He was told to arrive at 9:00. Show him up.”
Kathy Kramer owned one of the most expensive lingerie shops in the city. The name engraved on the brass plate next to the door read, “Kathleen’s House of Lingerie.” It should have read “Kathy’s Secret” because what Kathy kept hidden behind the frosted glass doors on the third floor was much more interesting than anything Victoria had ever dreamed up.
She had opened the lingerie store almost ten years ago. While it had been difficult at first, Kathy was a shrewd businesswoman and the boutique had flourished.
At 43 years old, Kathy didn’t look a day over 35. She stood 5'6" tall and possessed a wicked set of curves. Her shoulder-length blonde hair shimmered in the soft light of her impeccably decorated store. Kathy’s face might have been described as classically All-American except for her eyes. Instead of the clichéd blue, her eyes were an exotic jade.
It was 8:30 in the morning. As always, Kathy sat behind her gargantuan desk, perusing her personal e-mail. Her eyes wandered to her appointment book. Her new personal assistant was set to begin work today. Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. After her last assistant had died unexpectedly, she had had quite a bit of trouble finding someone who met her expectations. It had been a nightmare sifting through the dregs of humanity that walked through her door.
She glanced at her watch – 8:30. He had better be early. Kathy buzzed the staff downstairs. No one answered. Kathy waited less than five seconds and buzzed again, wishing once again that she could attach some sort of electrode to her employees – something that would deliver a shock when the help failed to respond promptly.
A breathless voice answered before Kathy had a chance to press the button a third time. It was the newest girl, Jennifer.
”Yes, Ms. Kramer?”
“My new assistant is beginning today. He was told to arrive at 9:00. Show him up.”