Of all the things
Jessica hated, the one that took the crown was electric cars. They where slow,
took forever to charge, and they looked hideous. She knew this because, well,
because she was driving her bosses to the car wash. It took forever to get
there. Mondays where always the worst. Of course to top it off her new
co-worker was going to be at work in less than an hour. She had been told to
greet him in the lobby and show him to his cubical. No cigar for that trick. She couldn't wait to get home and be alone with her poodle, a cup of coffee and her unfinished manuscript. That sadly had to be done within the next week. Thanks to her good, kind and psychotic boss, Charlie J. Higgins.
She swerved quickly, (if that was possible in this piece of monkey nose, car) as an sharp looking man in a blazer, yes a blazer, ran into the middle of the street. He had dark skin and black hair. She hit the brakes and drove over to him.
"Are you alright sir?" she said staring at his striking figure, except for the blazer that is.
"No, no, I am quite alright." he had a cute British accent that sounded a bit dip, and a bit high. "Except that I am late getting to The Metro."
Wow, cute and going to the same place she worked. Today might be getting better after all. "Hop in. That's where I work." The man slid into the car and closed the door. As they drove off, she wondered if he could sing, she liked the businessmen that could sing.
