Arriving at work I am barely seated when Mr. Cole comes to my desk and beckons me to join him in the conference room.<br/><br/>I quickly follow the senior partner and find he and two of the other partners are in the room already.<br/><br/>"your work on the Victoria Heights sales was perfect. I don't know how you got the city planners to agree to it when nobody else seemed, but that 400 million dollar project is going ahead and it is the capstone to so much good work you have done for our architect firm. we are promoting you. no more trench work. no more 80 hours a week. you are a senior manager with personal assistant and here is your pay." Mr. Cole slides me the letter of promotion.<br/><br/>I am shocked at the amount and the job offer. It is what I have wanted for me and my baby girl. Safety and security. And now even time to be with her and reconnect. No need to tell anyone that the price of getting the planners on board was more than a few afternoons in the Holiday Inn with a cock or two in one of my various orifices, or my face lapping the soft swollen folds of a sexually frustrated housewife. It was all worth it now.<br/><br/>"now go home and take two weeks. well earned."<br/><br/>Arriving home with my head buzzing I wonder where am I going to start? What will happen to my family these next days with me home.