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Jane stared at the computer screen and frowned. 'There must be an easy way to do this', she thought to herself. She had been working on the problem for around 20 minutes and still couldn't see a way of solving it. She glanced at the clock, which glared the digits 16:10 back at her. She still had the best part of an hour and a half to go before she could go home and was thoroughly bored. Even the game of Lemmings she was playing was no longer holding her interest as the level she was on was damn near impossible.
She tried to focus back on the game, but the phone rang. As she picked it up she lost concentration and the group of lemmings she had been about to block merrily trooped into a spinning blade and perished en masse.
"Damn", she muttered as she placed the receiver to her ear. "Research, Jane speaking", she chirped as she switched to professional mode for a moment.
"Hi Jane, it's Bob Fisher from the twelfth floor.", the voice introduced itself.
"Oh hi Bob, what can I do for you?", Jane replied knowing full well what he wanted. Bob was the Marketing Director and had assigned her a marketplace research project a week ago that she had been picking at on and off, but was so far off finishing that it was laughable.
"I was just wondering how we are doing with the marketplace project?", Bob asked with a distinct hint of hope in his voice.
"Just putting the finishing touches to it Bob.", she lied and then decided to try and cut herself some slack. "Gonna need just a couple more days to get it done though. I wouldn't want to hand off something half done to you guys up on the twelfth."
"Oh, as long as that huh... well I suppose we can work around that, but it's gonna be tight." said Bob. Jane could hear the disappointment in his voice. She smirked to herself. Tight was just the way that Bob liked it, if the rumours going around were to be believed.
"I'll do my best Bob.", she said as she finished the call and hung up the phone.
There were always rumours flying round the office. Jane reckoned that the majority of the email traffic floating round was in some way connected with salacious gossip. With over 3,000 employees on this site alone it was certainly a sizeable community and when you get that many people together, there is bound to be a good portion of them with some juicy piece of information that they would rather not have generally known. Whose shagging who? Who swings this way? Who swings that way. Who swings both ways? Whose got a nasty little drug problem or trying to cover up some incident in their life that they would rather forget about? Jane was in no doubt that there were rumours floating around about her as well. Not that she had ever done anything to be ashamed of... well probably not.
There was that incident at the Christmas party last year though, where she had given Eric, the guy from Sales, a blow job, but surely noone knew about that. Jane thought about it for a second and then decided that probably everybody knew about that... that was the nature of things. Jane giggled to herself remembering how drunk and 'naughty' she had been that night.
Since then she had been a very well behaved employee. Come to that, she had been a very well behaved person in general lately. Aside from a little flirting here and there she had not had a lover in nearly a month now. God knows why. Men, in and out of the office, lusted after her gorgeous body and she was generally not short of offers, but things never seemed to click into place. She was either working too much, or too drunk, or the bloke in question was a hideous troll.
Jane thought back to her last sexual encounter and blushed. It had been with a total stranger in an alleyway after a disappointing party. How depraved she had been, but how good it had felt. The amount of times she had cursed herself for walking away from that encounter with not so much as a phone number of the guy. She craved that excitement, the sense of danger attached with the whole thing had excited her immensely.
She looked at the clock again and groaned as it was still only 16:21. Well she could get to work on the report she thought. Or she could try and have another crack at Lemmings. Neither option seemed particularly attractive. To cap it all, she was now feeling horny from her day dreaming and knew that the only thing that awaited her at home was a bottle of cheap Merlot and her selection of vibrators. Even this little pleasure-fest was more than a couple of hours away.
Her train of thought was broken by a chat window that appeared on her screen. The UserID of the sender indicated that it was from 'SteveG04'; not an ID she recognised.
Jane thought for a second. Got to be careful here. She had been caught out on the chat before by her colleagues play a prank and was keen not to make herself look silly again. She peered over the top of her computer across the office. There were only a few people at their desks and none of them looked like they were the perpetrator. She decided to play it cautiously.
[JaneB02] Why would I be bored? I have lots to keep me busy.
Jane thought this was a safe bet. Just in case it was someone in management trying to catch her out or one of her colleagues playing a prank again.
[SteveG04] Well I saw you struggling on Lemmings about 20 minutes ago and you looked pretty disinterested then!
Jane's eyes went wide. How could that be? She was always so careful about her little time wasting exercises. 20 minutes was enough time to get anywhere in the building and it was not as if her area of the building was restricted, so that didn't give her any clues as to who SteveG04 was.
[JaneB02] Who is this?
[SteveG04] I don't think you are in a position to be asking the questions!
[JaneB02] What is that supposed to mean?
[SteveG04] Well if your superiors knew that you were wasting time at your desk when you should be working, I don't think they would be too happy.
Jane groaned inwardly. She could see where this was going. He had a point though, she would be flayed alive if it came to light that she was playing games at her desk, especially in light of the marketplace report that she had been 'working so hard on'. Time to find out what this sleaze-ball wanted to secure his silence.
[JaneB02] What do you want?
Jane could guess exactly what he meant but was desperately trying to stall for time to think of some way out of this. There was no direct way of finding a person by their UserID in the company. Sure she could look on the company intranet for all the Steve G's but on the basis that he was 04 that meant there were at least three others and probably a lot more.
[SteveG04] I have seen you. Not only today, but around at other times and, not to mince words, I think you are gorgeous and think that I want to see a LOT more of you.
Jane felt a little flutter in her stomach. This guy was actually suggesting that she give him some sort of sexual favour to ensure his silence. Now that in itself didn't pose too much of a problem, after all Jane was in great need of some 'fun' herself. What she couldn't stand though was not being in control. She also was not about to submit herself to this guy without even knowing who he was or what he looked like. She wasn't going down without a fight... literally!
[JaneB02] So what exactly did you have in mind?
Jane was playing for time again as she had an idea and reached for the phone to dial the IT Department.
'Please be a guy, please be a guy' Jane prayed to herself as the phone rang.
"IT Helpdesk, Gary speaking", the voice confirmed it to indeed be a man.
'YES', Jane thought and then put on her sweetest, I'm-Just-a-dumb-blonde voice.
"Oh Hi, Gary, this is Jane in Research and I got a huge problem that I am sure you can help me with."
"Go on.", Gary said with little enthusiasm; he had heard it all before.
"Well I was wondering if you could tell me who a particular UserID belongs to?", Jane oozed with sweetness and innocence.
"Sorry, we are not allowed to give that information out unless there is a good reason.", Gary replied almost as if reading it from a script.
Jane thought for a second and then pressed on. "Oh there is a good reason. You see I was text chatting with this person, as we are about to collaborate on a project, except this was the first time we had chatted and suddenly he went quiet and I need to get moving on this project. Problem is I don't know who is so I can't ring him on the phone and I really need to get a start on this before I leave tonight." Jane was dubious, this didn't sound convincing at all.
"Well why don't you just wait for a bit, I am sure he will get in touch again soon." Gary suggested.
'Damn' Jane though, this was not going to plan. Time to play a few aces.
"Oh that's true. You guys are so smart down there. My mum is always telling me that I should find myself a nice smart man. Maybe we could get together for a drink or something sometime.", Jane cringed, this was so blatant and so cheesy, surely he wasn't going to fall for this for a second.
"err yeah right, whatever", Gary replied, obviously not rising to the bait.
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