Fired!

The car door opens and out steps Linda. She is dressed in a three-piece short suit with stilettos. "You must be John," Linda remarks, glancing in my direction. "Come into my office for a quick orientation." She then proceeds to enter the building. Just then, a couple of more workers arrive, all dressed in overalls. About two-thirds were women.

Karen is waiting for me inside. "By the way, you have to see the boss first for your job assignment," she nudges.

"Will we be working together?" I ask.

"Preying on the new ones again, Kar?" A feminine voice behind me says mockingly. I glance and notice a woman dressed in a navy-blue blazer over a one-piece white dress that ends slightly above the knee. She had perky breasts that slightly bounce as she heads in the direction of Linda's office. Karen gives her the finger as soon as her back is turned.

"Who was that?" I ask Karen.

"The weasel Gemma Evans!" says Karen in disgust. "Always nitpicking on our work. We rarely get a raise because of her. I would love to stick this finger up her ass."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Well, the restroom's that way... and the drinking fountain's in that corner," adds Karen, as she points in opposite directions.

Where should I head next?

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