Wendy, on the other hand, started her old Volkswagen with ease and drove in a rush. She worked in an office building as a secretary. It was an easy enough job for someone like her, who was pleasant and kind and enjoyed to help other. Her main duty was to answer the phone and make an excuse as to why T. W. Banks was not taking phone calls at this time. She also had to know a few simple technologies in order to keep up with her work. She knew how to use a typewriter quite well, though she was hardly ever given the opportunity to prove she knew, and she also had to know how to answer a phone, that was the most important part of her work. Beyond that there wasn't much else for her to do.

The drive there was like a dream and she didn't recall anything about it. One minute she was at the court and next she was at a very large silver building locking up her car and trying to quietly walk into the building without anyone seeing her. The front door didn't squeak, a firstfor that door, as she enter the building with a paper in front of her face. She pulled it down a little bit to look and see if anyone was in the foyer. There was the old security guard who was nice and friendly to everyone, lucky for Wendy he was talking to a very distressed woman, and there was the cleaning woman walking out of the door, mumbling to herself in Spanish as she headed for the front door. Her shoes made loud, echoing clunk noises as she walk to the wood stairs at the other end of the room, deciding it would be wiser to take the stairs to the fifth floor since more people use the convenience of the elevator. She looked up the well, thankful she didn't work on the top floor, and began her advance upward.

"Exercise is good for stress." She whispered to herself in a reassuring manner, watching her steps so she did not fall. She couldn't risk an injury now, with her job and home at stake. Not to mention her children, who couldn't be properly mother by a mother with broken leg. It's true her apartment is large, with three bedrooms and an extra that she turned into a study, and her job doesn't pay enough to really pay for all the expenses, but she tends to make it work as well as she can. The children are happy when they come to see her, they are very happy, and that should be all that matters. She loves them, feeds them well, keeps them clothed and bathed, and they enjoy to be with her.

Finally the fifth floor arrived and not a moment too late. As she opened the door to the floor where her desk was, Mr. T. W. Banks was leaving his office.

"Wendy?" he asked without looking up from his paper. Wendy slowly slid into her chair and answered in a polite tone.

"Yes, Mr. Banks?"

"Could you please have a copy of the Waterhouse report in it's entirety on my desk by the time I return from lunch." he said, looking down at her.

His appearance was as it is everyday. Slick black hair to match his elaborate mustache, and dark eyes almost the color of his hair. Everyday he wore a suit identical to the day before, black with navy pinstripes and a white collared shirt underneath. His tie was the only bit that expressed any sings of personality. On days when he's happy or in a moderately good mood, his wears a tie in the green family. The day wife left, and the few months which followed, he only wore blue. On days when he's stressed out about some big business meeting a black or gray tie is displayed, usually followed the next day by a red tie because the meeting didn't go as planned. Today's color was green, a more minty shade with half done in stripes and the other half done in dots.

"It will be ready sir." she is kindly, knowing that if she was to be caught late, nothing so terrible would happen.

As she caught her breath and copied the 78 page report, she began to relax. Her job was not at stake, she was not going to be fire. He trusted her with the report, why would he fire someone he trusted that much.

"And when Maria said no to him, he fired her." Said an all to familiar voice.

"No. How could a man do that to a woman." Said an unrecognizable one.

"Well, apparently she wasn't the only one. Jane Asher, remember her, he asked her for a little kiss too and now she does janitorial work on the first floor. Patty Wallace too." Clarice was the one doing all the gossiping. Not too long ago, a joke comic was release about her. Mr. Banks was making an announcement in the comic that the company has a new system of spreading news to others. It was to simply tell Clarice, it would be faster than email.

"Actually, don't tell anyone this, but I heard this morning that he wants to see Wendy Gosling in his office when he gets back from lunch.

"Its Darling now, I'm divorced." She said, making Clarice jump right out of her paunchy work dress and diabetic shoes.

"Oh, my dear, I didn't see you there." She said, trying to make an excuse for herself. The older woman next to her almost couldn't contain her laughter, instead she excused herself to the restroom; Wendy heard her laugh outside the door.

"Well, I do have to meet him in his office when he's back in. I am copying this report for him, I can assure you it's nothing of a sexual nature." She said in the most polite voice she could. I would be hard to continue that voice if Clarice didn't leave soon.

Instead it was her lucky day. Page 78 came shooting out of the printer and Wendy was off to her desk. Before she was able to reach her chair, Mr. Banks came back in with an extra coffee. Without moving any muscle on his neck he was able to see her there and say "Wendy, follow me if you will."

His office was not a bit different from his personality. Black and white, very clean with one bookshelf full of reports and one small and dying green plant. It was almost the same as the lobby where Wendy worked, a large open space with one couch and one desk. He motion for her to sit on the couch. She sat, slowly and gracefully, pulling down on her skirt as she sat. Mr. Banks took a seat very close and very much next to her.

"My dear." He said, his hand falling on her. "I would like to give you opportunity to grow."

"How so, Mr. Banks." She said feeling an unwelcome tension in the air. She wished greatly that his hand would move.

"I would like you to take the copy you just made, read it tonight, and be prepared to give a speech to the Waterhouse company about merging with ours. They wish to, but their demands are just...too much." he said, her hand moving from her hand to the bottom of her skirt. "A beautiful, smart, talented young woman like yourself can be very convincing." His hand graced in an upward motion, taking her skirt with it, though Wendy did not realized until the end of his sentence. In an instant she stood and turned to face him, trying not to look offended.

"I will have it read by the morning." She said holding out her hand to shake his.

He took her hand, but instead of a business goodbye, pulled her close and place his arm around the small of her back. After deeply inhaling her scent, he said "Take the rest of the day off, my dear, and please don't hesitate to call on me if you need...help." He kissed her neck as she carefully threw the heavy report into his groin to make his stop. To anyone who saw what she did, it would look as if it was done on purpose, but to Mr. Banks it was a complete accident.

Wendy didn't look at Clarice as she left the building, and took the stairs back down to her car. It was better that she took the day off, she couldn't bring herself to admit that her former husband my just be right.