Working late

open to any… girlfriend, fwb, relation, whatever you want!

Dacre sometimes hated his job. There was too little time and too few people for all the work since it had gotten piled up on him. He grunted and threw some pages in the trash he didn’t need anymore, but it was also later in the evening. Most everyone else had left, leaving him and a few maintenance workers – and his boss – still there. He looked over the edge of the cubicle to where his boss was in his office – smiling and laughing on the phone. “Fucker…” he grunted, then looked back to the pile of work he still had left to do before going home. He almost jumped when a feminine hand landed on his shoulder. “Shit! You scared me!” he proclaimed as he looked up to see a familiar face. “What are you doing here? You’ll get me in trouble for sneaking in here…”