I had almost finished with 'All in a Day's Work', 'Laughter, the Best Medicine', 'Kids Say The Darndest Things' and 'Life's Like That' before the door to big boss' office opens.
"My oh my, my boss is interesting," is the sly thought that creeps into my mind as the sight of the lady that walks out the office greets me. At 1.65cm, she is wearing a body-hugging red sheath dress (they all do), black stockings (only the tartier ones), black cloche hat (in Singapore weather you don't say) that partly obscured her and 3-inch black stilettos (to complete the femme fatale get-up). But then I see a portly gentleman behind him, and my hopes are dashed. Story of my life.
The alluring lady steps past me towards the exit without so much as casting a glance at me. I still could not see beneath the hat, but her scent (scent of a woman) is an intoxicating mix of Chanel No 5 and Virginia Slims.
I am rudely yanked back to reality by the fat man's gruff voice, "You're XXX?"
"Yes," I reply and strut purposely towards his office.
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