My work here is done

Meredith's standpoint

Wednesday, the day I died… Sorry, where am I? Oh, my head. It was Wednesday, the day to start work with my gorgeous employer. It wasn't that bad. I had worked for men more attractive than he was, however, none of them were my type and I hadn't spent the last five years pining over them.

So for my first day, I wore the thin chrome yellow pullover Constance picked out for me. Chelsea did the rest selecting since she knew how to seduce her boss with her outfit all thanks to Autumn. She let me wear the pullover because it clung to my body and then topped it with a Charleston green pencil skirt and a pair of golden poppy cuffed open-toe heels. I knew the outfit showed off my curves and well… Almost everything. I didn't want to wear it but Autumn threatened to kill me if I dared to do otherwise.

So there I was in the elevator, nervously drying my moist palms on my skirt with my heart hammering against my chest. His secretary said he removed the passcode of the elevat