The Story of OS
by
Jo Turner
The Story of OS
Copyright © 2009 by Jo Turner
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Cover design by Jo Turner
Published 2009 by Smashwords
Smashwords Edition, September 2009
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She entered the atrium and looked around. She detested the grey and bronze colors; and the mingled smell of floor polish and wet rock, stemming from the large, marble fountain. Looking up to the exquisite, wrought-iron clock, high above, she saw it was seventeen minutes past twelve—she gasped—not again! If there was one thing that made him angry, it was when she didn't get back to the office on time, after lunch. She ran to an elevator—that was quickly filling up—just in time to see a large, sweaty man, wearing a green suit, that was desperately in need of dry cleaning, stepping into the last remaining spot. He smiled a repulsively, sexist grin and licked his exposed tarter-covered teeth.
"Asshole!" she yelled as the doors closed. She had to wait several minutes for another elevator to return to the first floor. She got on and pressed the button for the 104th floor—amidst a writhing mass of hands, that were also pressing buttons for their floors—every time the elevator stopped on another floor, she hated them even more, for making her late!
She finally made it onto her floor, ten minutes later. She ran, her embarrassed face lowered, consciously trying not to trip on her four-inch, stiletto heels. A voice came across a loud speaker and she almost lost her step.
"For the second time…would Mrs. Rosebottom please report to the President's office!"
People in the office looked and smirked, bit their bottom lips, and shook their heads as she raced by. She threw her purse and coat down on the desk that faced a door with a plaque that read 'Roger Morgan - President and CEO.' Upon flinging open the door, she found a man inside, sitting with his back to her, in one of the two chairs that faced Roger’s desk. She took several steps into the office.