Morris entered the elevator and immediately began to survey his surroundings.  He recognized two men from accounting; boring and balding, with big bellies that poked out from their suit jackets.  He offered his boss’ secretary a stingy smile and proceeded to the back of the elevator.  His boss:  what an **** of a man that was, he thought.  Fat and stupid and still managed to make it to the top of the company ladder.  Everyone who made it in the company was and ****-kissing, blubbering parasite as far as Morris was concerned.  He had been there for four years and hadn’t moved upward one inch, while everyone else advanced. 

The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor and she walked in like a glowing siren.  Her hair was plush and wavy and Morris could smell her shampoo right away.  He loved her scent; she smelled like a beautiful summer picnic.  Happy and alive. The curve of her calves excited Morris and he imagined massaging them in his bed, working his way up to her flat stomach, through her breasts and landing softly upon her humid lips.  She was also brilliant.  He knew this from her presentations to the board and when she said hello to him once he could just tell from her inflection that she was exceptional.   

The door opened on the third floor and she left in a wisp of elegant fragrance.  Morris wondered if she had ever met his boss - that bloated, arrogant, over paid shell of a man.  Who the hell did he think he was anyway?  The guy hardly worked and when he did it was all pomp.  His secretary was annoying, too, now that he thought about it.  Someday they’ll all be sorry when Morris left the firm for good.