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What A Bitch

... carry on working. But I knew I would have to be there, Harry expected it, but the thought of having to mingle and pass festive chat with the staff made me feel cold. At least I would be seen by everyone, that new female Director, who was kicking their hairy arses.

So, I was happy enough to sit with my fellow Directors, enjoying the attention. It was the usual scene I had witnessed nearly every Christmas, groups of people who would not normally share a word, or glance at each other in the street. The older men and women were doing their best to chat with their younger colleagues, who in turn, were trying to seem interested and then the usual party-makers, the ones who had already hit the dance floor and seemed intent on having a good time.

At first, I didn’t realise it was her. When I left the office, she was still there, as she knew she had to finish that report I needed for tomorrow. And I knew she would not have had time to go home and change. But there she was, shaking her stuff, with a group of young men trying to dance with her. She looked stunning, still wearing her black office skirt, but she had removed her matching jacket to reveal a bright red bodice. Add the Santa’s hat and the tinsel and even I had to admit she looked gorgeous.

It was not that I disliked her. She was smart and intelligent and when she had been recommended to be my assistant; I had been pleased. But within a few days, I realised she was not just a very clever and attractive young lady. ...

... She was very ambitious, and I had no intention of letting her jump on my shirt-tails. No-way.

Suzie

This should be interesting, I thought. The music had stopped and Harry began his address. I knew what he would be saying and, although he was his usual, cheery self, and the message was that the business had had an excellent year and our bonuses would be special, it was Angela I was waiting to hear from.

Each Director took the microphone, passing their thanks to their staff and praising the work they had done, and when it came to Angela, everyone was expecting the same. But I knew it wouldn’t be, oh no, definitely not.

I can’t remember her exact words, and I didn’t hear them all that clearly, as there were mumblings and whispering soon into her “speech”, or what might be better described as a self-congratulatory monologue. Not a single word of thanks, other than to Mr Maxwell, of course, and a list of everything she had achieved in such a short time.

Fortunately, Harry quickly moved on and soon the music restarted and dancing resumed. And I knew this would be the moment. As Harry walked onto the dance floor everyone cheered and they made a pathway which led to me I shook my hips and held my hand out for him to take.

“Merry Christmas Suzie,” he said smiling. “May I have this dance?” and he kissed my hand.

“My pleasure dear Sir,” I replied, returning his smile and we spent the next few minutes dancing and laughing.

“Thank you,” he said, knowing he would have ...