In and Out of Office (closed for CMFB_fan)

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Name: Elle Graham
Age: 31
Height: 5’4”
Eyes: Deep midnight blue
Hair: Brown, long and wavy, usually held up by pins
Build: Curvy but slim, yoga body. 36C.
Profession: Banking administration, office manager
Marital Status: Married two years

Elle closed the binder with a small sigh. There was no question that re-organization loomed at the company she worked for, and she wasn’t looking forward to the implications. She tapped a long nail, painted beige, on the surface of her desk. Elle managed a team of fifteen strong and it would have an effect on all of them. Her blue eyes swept the floor, resting on each in turn. The office buzzed around her, largely unaware. Business as usual.

She stood, leaning against her desk, letting her mind wander. She smoothed her black pencil skirt, crossed her long legs, mindful of any gazes directed her way. Should she tell her colleagues? Too soon, she decided quickly. Perhaps she should mention it discreetly to her boss, see if her impression was correct.

The problem with that…she tried to avoid unnecessary contact with her boss, because her attraction to him had become unmanageable. Even as she thought of it now, she played idly with the neck of her cream blouse, which plunged down dangerously low. Elle was aware she had started dressing a little more provocatively, and she knew the reason, too. Thankfully, her husband had no complaints.

She could see her boss in his office, through the slightly frosted window, and she watched him rake a hand back through his hair. Elle bit her lip. He didn’t look happy. She dithered, looking at the time on her phone. Near to lunch. If she were going to go talk to him, it would have to be now.

They needed to talk about the week’s schedule in any case, she rationalized. Her feet were moving before she knew it, heels clicking on the floor. Elle knocked, then waited, putting a stray strand of hair back into her messy bun.

“Sir? A moment?”

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Name: Adrian Clark
Age: 52
Height: 6 foot, broad and tall - as such carried his middle age spread well
Hair: greying and balding, cropped.
Eyes: piercing blue
Profession: Account by trade now a manger in a bank.

Adrian inhaled deeply as he looked out of the frosty window that separated his office from the open plan area. He was a manager, in charge of around 60 people. He had divided his team into two groups, both lead by equally capable people, Elle and John. He preferred Elle, not because she was female, but a good manager, who respected her team.

John was slightly bullish in his approach. He got good results, but as he had mentioned to John several times, his staff turn over was higher than Elle's. He had also developed a friendship with Elle and her husband, he had even treated them to their honeymoon suite at their hotel. He had just paid it with out them knowing, and when they went to clear their bill, they found out when it was almost two thousand dollars cheaper than they had budgeted for.

Since then they had form a friendship outside of work. And Adrian had become slightly infatuated with them both. He wasn't sure if they suspected that Adrian was slightly bi, but he was sure that Elle had an idea that he was attracted to her, but he had never tried anything on her. Nor would he; or would he?

The bank had hit hard times, mostly though the incompetence of a couple of twats int he investment arm. but as a result, the bank was being restructured, and good people were going to be made redundant.

He had to choose between Elle and John, and then the remainder of the team. He saw Elle approach and tap on his door.

“Sir? A moment?”

"Of course, please come in...."

She looked elegant in her black slightly loose pencil skirt, and a sheer cream blouse, sheer enough to require a camisole underneath. Her only down fall were her silly heels. But oh well...

"please take a seat..... Can I get you a drink? Water, tea or even one of my fine coffees?" He met he eyes and saw the concern on her face. She didn't know the entirety of the situation, ie her or John are destined to be at beast down graded, at worst made redundant.

 

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Elle sat, crossing her long legs, trying to wipe the concern from her face. She didn't want him to think she feared for her job. It was more that she feared for her team.

"Well, sir...I was just taking a look at the numbers. Surely you've noticed that things aren't looking good."

She shifted slightly, the light playing through her blouse. Under the camisole, her lace bra pebbled the silk.

"I don't want to alarm anyone, but I can't help but think that difficult decisions are on the horizon."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Well, sir...I was just taking a look at the numbers. Surely you've noticed that things aren't looking good."

"Please Elle, call me Adrian in here...." he offered as he stood up and walked to his little fridge and reached for a bottle of water, and opened it pouring a glass as he looked at Elle asking her silently if she wanted some.

As she nodded, he poured a second glass before placing the bottle back int he fridge. His tailored trousers fitted him perfectly, with his bold red braces on display.

"Indeed thanks to those cowboy investors......"

"Well I was at a meeting yesterday, about how we should streamline the management layers. All of us are under the threat, but some more than others...."

"But yes when the management layers are set in stone, we will look at the workers. There will be a mixture of last in, first out and removal of those who fit nicely into the Peter Principle"

He leant against his desk as he faced Elle and smiled.

"It will come out over the next few days, but well I am glad you came in, as I was going to ask, when do you think we should tell the troops?" he asked, often seeking Elle and John's opinion.