Standing inside a cozy office. I waited impatiently for the manager to show up. Why did the manager want to see me. Was there a problem with my p*****t. I crossed my left leg over my right one, glancing repeatedly at the door. The office was beautiful to say the least. The interior design had a warmth touch to it. There were two black couches at both ends. A framed picture of elegant lady in a wedding dress hung on the wall. Neatly arranged files where placed on the desk and a laptop on the side.
The door opened and a man with messy blonde hair walked in clad in suit. He must be in his late thirties. He held a poker face as he walked in. Without saying a word or acknowledging my presence, the man walked behind the desk. He rummaged through his drawers, aggressively slamming them shut each
