Jessica sat at her desk with her head in her hands, client reports and the first quarterly's spread across her desk.<em>My numbers suck. I am going to be fired.</em>she thought to herself.<br/><br/><br/>Four months she had been at this job. The only person that had so much as spoken to her, since her initial hiring and orientation, was the retarded mail boy that called her 'Elizabeth.' Elizabeth was the girl who had this office before her and had been fired because she did not sell enough. She looked at her numbers again.<br/><br/>Four years of scrimping, saving, waiting tables, and serving drinks to lecherous old men that spent the evening trying to  figure out how to cop a feel, all to pay for the prestigious university that got her this prestigious job and four months later she was going to get canned.<em>Fan-fucking-tastic.</em>She sighed and wondered who the mail boy would be calling Elizabeth next week.<br/><br/>She stepped out of her cubicle to get some more coffee and ran full force into her manager. "Whoa! Sorry Mr. Daniels" she exclaimed.<br/><br/>He rushed past her, looking somewhat distressed, barely looking up "It is ok, Elizabeth" he mumbled.<br/><br/><em>Nice.</em>she thought.<br/><br/>From her cubicle she heard the tell tale "bloop" of the company email system, notifying her she had new message. She read it and her blood ran cold.<br/><br/><strong>"Report to my office immediately<br/>Damien D'angelo<br/>CEO"</strong><br/><br/><em>Christ, she was going to be fired by the CEO himself? Come on! Her numbers weren't that bad.</em><br/><br/>She leaned over to gather her sales reports and proceeded to spill coffee all over her desk. It soaked her copies of the reports and splashed coffee on the waist band of her skirt. "Shit" she muttered as she tied to wipe up the mess. She blotted them dry as best she could and then attended to her skirt. She rolled the waistband down to mask the stain and then pulled her sweater lower trying to hide the rolled waistband without pulling the v-neck down so much that her cleavage popped out.<br/><br/>Clutching her coffee stained reports Jessica, left her office and took the long elevator ride up to the top floor. When the doors opened she was taken aback by the opulence of the office, a striking young woman that she assumed was Mr. D'Angelo's secretary hustled her into the massive office. Mr. D'Angelo's huge silhouette was behind his desk looking out the window. She had heard he was a big man, but she wasn't prepared for the presence he had. He seemed to fill the huge room.<br/><br/>The secretary scurried away and Jessica found herself standing next to a beautiful, impeccably dressed woman. Her smart suit and hair neatly wrapped in professional bun made Jessica immediately self conscious. Jessica's long blond hair was loose and slightly wild from her rush and her skirt hung awkwardly on her as she tried to conceal the coffee stain.  She nervously shuffled the coffee soaked papers in her hands.<br/><br/><em>Perfect.</em>she thought,<em>I assume this is the new Elizabeth.</em>