The continuing saga of the traders assistant. He asked if everything was okay? I replied everything was fine and carried on with my filing. Jonathan and I got chatting about the trading side of the firm. He told me how his department was always at the top of the company income due to the extra support his traders got. As I got on my knees to reach a low box, I felt Jonathans hands on my shoulders.

Turning the alarm off my eyes adjusted to read the time :. It was my first day at work and I didnt want to be late. While showering I worked out what to wear today. My pinstripe skirt suit seemed the most appropriate, even if the skirt was a little short for working in the city. My mind then added black high heels and a white blouse to the image I would get in the mirror shortly. I was only but my long hair, fit body and as some say good looks, I do tend to stand out. After drinking a glass of juice I slipped off my dressing gown, went to the dresser and