Almost three hours later, Janice sat in one of the comfortable leather couches with her tablet resting on her thighs. She had one shoe off and gently kneaded the material as she scanned through the endless lines of numbers and tolerances.
“Have you ever noticed that Cameron's numbers almost always end in three?” Duncan asked. He was behind his desk, far away from her.
To her surprise, he made no overture toward her. In fact, he seemed to be carefully staying on the far side of the office and behind the desk.
She wondered if he was going to hit on her later. Usually it only took ten minutes before her boss would have been sitting next to her or commenting on her blonde hair; it was almost platinum except for the roots.
“I just noticed it. Here, look at this…” He tapped something and a large monitor in front of both of them flipped away from the showing the status of the company to Cameron's reports arranged side-by-side. “See, look down the columns.”
She frowned as she looked at the number, then tapped through her own sent queue. After a few minutes, she confirmed what Duncan had found. “Yes, looks like going back about a month and a half ago. Since June… 14th.”
“That's interesting, it happened right after he took a three day PTO.”
Duncan was also in the Human Resources network? That surprised her. She shrugged and then began to idly page through the other reports for a few minutes.
“I'll have someone verify his numbers for a little while. If he's faking it, I'll put him on a plan. We can't have these numbers faked, not with how they are used. Someone could die.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was frowning as he tapped through a second tablet—he had three–before setting it aside and returning to his reports.
“You have the next one for me?”
“Oh, sorry.” Janice returned to her queue and pulled off the next item. There were only seven items left.
Duncan made a low sound in his throat.
She tensed.
“I forgot to order dinner.”
Here it came.
“You don't have many items left. Do you want me to order something or just send a little something so you can pick up dinner on the way home?”
She froze, stunned. He was honestly not hitting on her.
“Janice?”
“I can pay for it. I want to head to the gym first and it's better to work out on an empty stomach.”
“Nonsense, I said I'd get you dinner and I meant it.”
A second later, a notification popped up. “Duncan Saile has sent you $100.00.”
Surpirsed, she turned around. “You don't have to… that's too much.”
He waved his hand. “I have plenty of money. Knock off those last few items and enjoy.” He smiled. “Work hard, play harder, right?”
It was one of the catchphrases of the company, or at least on the employee handbook that showed up in her mailbox when she was hired.
“Thank you,” she said before she saw up and turned so she could watch him as she finished the last few items.
Duncan was attractive, more so that he wasn't pushing for her. She found her thoughts drifting back to her initial questions, of what he looked like under his trousers. It seemed inappropriate but she was already horny because of her immenite period and he was turning out to be a gentleman.
Twenty minutes later, she sent the last item for approval.
“Got it. Good job.”
She smiled.
Duncan opened it before looking up at her. “You should head out and relax.” He turned to his window, the sun was almost below the horizon and dark shadows loomed out from the trees that surrounded the building. “Do you want me to walk you to your car?”
“I'll be okay.”
“Just ask the guard at the door to walk you to the car, okay? Melody should be coming on shift about the time you get down there.”
Did he memorize everyone's name? And their schedules? She smiled and stood up. “Thank you.”
“I don't want to lose a prized employee.” He favored her with a smile. “You have a promising future, you know. I just want to protect it.”
For some reason, her pussy grew damp. Flushed, she stammered thanks and hurried out of her office.