The Perfect View
I knew that my day was due to be a repetition of the day before and the day before and the day before. Why would it be any different? I was 18 and had just been emloyed to input the daily accounts into a computer of a local law firm. My boss , an attractive 45 year old woman, with long red hair and a fiery temper to match, was aware of my boredom and would occasionally pop in for a chat, giving me all the reasons she could think of to stay at her firm and work my way through the ranks. I used...