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Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase


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I fixed my hair as the elevator stopped on my floor. As the doors opened, I brushed my hands to my sides, confident that I looked presentable.

I was dressed in a long button down, a modern grey blazer, and tight, black dress pants. I was normally dressed in something similar, but today my boss warned me that there was an important figurehead in the company arriving, so we all needed to dress more formal.

I teased my hair that morning, hoping that would suffice. As I approached my desk, I noticed my coworkers didn’t go all out either. Our dress code was already formal. What else could we do? Drop to our knees, offer our superiors wine and grapes to eat out of our hands?

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