The first week at Donnley Industries went well. No one bothered me with too much work. They let me get acclimated to my new position. They brought me random work, from time to time. I was given various tasks that I completed with little trouble. I felt like I would like it here, for the time that I was going to be here.

Finally, I met Diane Peterson. She sauntered over to my desk, smiling a big smile. I looked up at her and smiled. I wasn't expecting anything crazy to happen. I figured that she was just going to give me some work to do. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"How are you liking it here so far?" Diane asked sweetly.

I smiled at here, "It is going good so far."

"Are you having any problems with the work?" She asked with a crooked grin.

I shook my head in a negative manner, "I am not having a problem."

She made a face, "Well, I am having a problem with your work. Are you sure you were trained right? You are entering my information in wrong and I need my stuff entered right. My parts won't ship out right if you don't enter them right."

She went on like that for a few more minutes. I just stared at her as if she were speaking a foreign language.

When she finally finished, I said, "I apologize for any problems I may have caused. Please show me what I am doing wrong."

She smiled as if she had won some battle. I chose not to act a fool with her. It was only by the grace of God that she didn't get cussed out.

She leaned over next to me so that she could look at my computer screen. She was much too close and her perfume was burning my nostrils. She pointed to some items on the computer screen. Then she reached over me, brushing her store bought breasts against my arm. She grabbed my mouse and clicked several times to show me some more things. I wrote things down as quickly as I possibly could; trying to keep up with her fast paced talking. When she finished, I was more confused than helped. I just wanted her to leave my desk so I told her that I had understood what she was trying to express to me. She walked off. I reached for a tissue and tried to blow the smell of her perfume from my nose. The stench would not go away.

Emmanuel Fredrick leaned back in his chair so that he could see my face. He laughed, "Don't worry, she only gets worse." He laughed and leaned back forward. I couldn't help but laugh.