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Authors Note: I did not think this story called for a true sequel that some asked for, but I decided to flush out the ending that was admittedly hasty. Consequently, I decided, in an act similar to the grand tradition of directors ruining their films by making changes years later, to write The Office Girl Epilogue Redux. This story takes the place of the Office Girl Epilogue. I decided not to alter the original in case some preferred the story the way it was. This epilogue is largely the same, but it is done with details and additional scenes that are not in the original epilogue, which is nearly ten times shorter. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, after Cara took over at the office, Emily and Laura showed up early to talk with Tim. They had largely avoided him the prior day despite Cara's orders. They did not know how to treat him. He was beneath them, but he was still their ultimate boss. They were not sure what to make of it. Emily went up to Tim before work and asked, "Tiffany, can we speak?" "Of course, Emily." "Umm...how do I say this? How am I supposed to act around you?" "Like yourself", Tim said as sternly as he could in his best female voice. "That's not a problem. The problem is...I don't know if I should really be treating you like a subordinate. You own the company, after all." Tim shook his head and said, "Don't even think about it. Just treat me like one of the girls. Treat me like Laura treats you. I don't want special treatment, and I don't think Cara would stand for it. If you treated me like a boss, Cara might run you out of here." Emily nodded and said, "Okay, you're right about that, dear. So, I guess all that's left to say is did you make coffee, Tiffany?" "Yes, I did." "Could you get me a cup?" "Me too", Laura interjected. Tim smiled and said, "I would be delighted." Tim stood up and walked towards the coffee machine. Emily stared at his skirt constricted steps and heels. As she watched him, she thought to herself, 'She's a girl.' Tim came back with the coffees. Emily and Laura thanked him, and he went to his desk to await his instructions from Cara. Cara ordered him to type up some forms. Laura gave him some forms to type up for her as well. Laura looked hesitant as she did it. Tim caught Emily motioning Laura to hand him the forms. Tim took the forms with a smile and said, "I'll get them done for you ASAP, Laura." She thanked him, and he got to work. Tim found himself making copies, typing, and fetching coffee all day. The time on his feet was killing him because of the heels, but he loved it. The pain helped him feel his long sought after femininity. As they ate lunch, Emily came over to Tim to talk. She asked, "I have to ask you, Tiffy, are you gay?" "Gay, gay?" Tim asked. "Yes." "No. I like women?" "Then what's with the whole heels, skirt, hose thing going on?" "That doesn't mean I'm gay." "What does it mean then?" "It means I like to dress like a woman. I rather like the way it all feels on me. It feels better than men's clothes. You wouldn't understand." "I guess not. There's just one other bothering me. I can understand the whole dressing thing. If you want to do it, fine, but why did you give up your job as a boss to be a secretary. It's not that great, believe me." "Oh, now, you tell me after I sign the contract." "Well, if you had asked..." "No, I'm joking. I rather like being a secretary. I've always fantasized about it. It's sort of my dream job. I'm not there yet either. Remember, you're supposed to be preparing me for it. I'm just the office girl now." "I'll do my best, but I've watched you. You already have it down. You're more naturally suited for it than me." "You're good at it. Don't sell yourself short." "I'm not, Tiffany. I hope you still love it tomorrow, and the next day, and for the rest of your contract. I don't know how you'll take it over a long period." "Don't worry about me, Emily. I'll be fine." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 months passed after Tiffany and Cara switched jobs. The company had experienced great growth and was highly profitable. Tim decided that it was time to give Cara a performance bonus. Tim got up from his desk. He pulled at his black skirt as he stood up. He buttoned his matching black jacket as he walked towards Cara's office door. He knocked on the door that had once been his. Cara permitted his entry. Tim walked in and said, "Ms. Delgado, can I speak with you for a moment?" "Of course, Tiffy. Take a seat." Tim sat in the seat he had bought for guests in his office. He smiled as he crossed his grey stocking covered legs and angled them to the side and said, "I want to give you a bonus." "What are you thinking of?" "I don't know. I wanted to ask you. You run the place. What do you think you deserve, Ms. Delgado?" "Well, Tiffy, I'm going to throw something out there. Feel free to say no. You are a secretary right?" "Yes." "You're my secretary, is that correct?" "Of course", Tim said, unsure of where she was going. "You live in a home, and I live in an apartment. Do you think that is commensurate with our positions?" "No, Ms. Delgado. Would you like a home for a bonus?" "I don't want you to buy me one. I just want yours for the duration of our contract." "My home?" Tim asked with more than a little surprise in his voice. "Yes." "I don't know, Ms. Delgado. Where would I go?" "You could stay at my apartment for the rest of contract." "How can you afford my home though? It's awfully expensive." "Well, Tiffy, I could pay for my apartment out of my salary, and you could make the payments for your house out of your dividends." "I suppose it's possible." "Fantastic, then it's a deal." Tim looked at her with his painted lips slightly open. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it, but Cara apparently thought it was a done deal. He thought about objecting, but a thought crept into his mind. 'I'm going to live like a secretary.' That thought of living in a manner more befitting his position aroused Tim. Cara broke his fantasy by saying, "Tiffy, you can go now. I'll draft up the deal and you can come back in and sign later." Tim nodded and stood up. He went back to his secretary's desk and got back to doing paper work for his boss. He handled a few calls for her before she called him back in. She put the paper in front of him to sign. He read over the terms that matched what Cara had proposed earlier. The moving date was a little more than a week away on a Saturday. She was to keep all his furniture and decorations, while he was to keep hers. The only things they would be taking from their own residences were their photographs, clothes, shoes, jewelry and other apparel. Tim hesitated as he took hold of the pen. He had never seen Cara's apartment. He wondered where all the stuff he was taking from his spacious home would fit. Cara leaned over him and said, "I wonder how you'll take to living this role 24/7." Tim looked at her and smiled as he signed the paper. Tim stood up, left the room and got back to work. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The moving day came and Tim packed his belongings into boxes that Cara had provided for him. She had hired the movers that were going to do the work. The movers showed up with Cara's boxes before his were put on the truck. As the movers unloaded and loaded up the truck, Cara and Tim sat in the kitchen. They swapped keys, and they explained which key worked which lock. Cara asked, "How are you taking this?" "Good, I suppose." "Are you feeling anything?" "No. It seems right. This place doesn't suit a secretary, you know." Cara nodded her head and said, "Your hair is growing in nicely. It's getting to a nice point for styling. You've really done great things with it." "Yes, I've had it trimmed at beauty salon. You should have seen that stylist when saw my hair. She asked me if my last stylist was blind given the bad cut she apparently gave me." Cara giggled and asked, "Do you even go out as a man anymore?" "Well, it's kind of hard to do." "I'd say so, given how you look in that dress. I'd never know if I didn't." "Thanks, but it's the little stuff too. I grew out my nails and painted them. It's a little hard to go out as a man like that, except when you can put on a pair of gloves during winter time." "Would you even bother?" "I guess not. What's the point right? It'd be a waste for me to go out as a man." "I like your attitude, Tiffy. You're definitely a real girly girl." "Thanks", Tim said as he blushed. "Oh, they're almost done. I think that's the last box." "It is. Oh, I better get moving then." "Yes. I guess so. Here, I'll see you out." Tim smiled back at her and walked towards the door. Tim took one last look around his home before Cara escorted him out the door. Tim smiled as he looked inside one last time at the home he would not inhabit again for nearly three years if everything went according to plan. Tim brushed his hair out of his face and walked down the steps and to his car. He opened his car door and swung his legs together into the BMW. He pulled out of her driveway and saw the movers still at work in front of his former home. A part of him wondered if he would ever return as he drove to Cara's apartment, following her directions. He pulled up into the parking lot and put Cara's parking pass on his visor. He looked at the brick and siding covered building and headed for the door. He walked into the building and headed for his apartment. He paused before he unlocked the door that was to be his for over 2 years. He pushed the door open and saw the humble abode. He walked into a narrow hallway with a wall on one side and a long closet on the other. He could not help but compare it to his former dwelling. He saw a small eating area with a four-person table instead of his eat in kitchen and 20-person dinning room table. He turned and saw a decent size living room with a 32-inch tube TV instead of a den and a living room with 52- inch HD TV. There was a small, narrow kitchen. He would now be cooking there rather than in his spacious kitchen, which was the size of the apartment. Then there was another closet and a bathroom. The sole bathroom was all pink. The floor and wall tiles were pink while the vanity was white and pink. The medicine cabinet's mirror frame was even pink. The tub and bowl was pink as well. Tim walked into the bedroom next. It was a nice size, 10 x 12 foot. It was still dwarfed by his own. The apartment bedroom had a closet that ran the length of the south wall. The brown shag carpeting beneath his black and beige wedges instead of his wood floors helped cement that he was no longer in the economic elite. He was a secretary now. He worked as one, and he would live as one. There would be no escaping his position. The boxes came shortly after. The movers left them by his bedroom closet. Tim was sure that there should have been more, but he guessed he miscounted. Tim opened the first box and unpacked some of his secretary outfits into the closet. Then he unpacked other boxes filled with his heels and other shoes. He kept opening boxes and finding his female clothing, jewelry, pocketbooks, makeup, and his pictures. When opened the last box, he found nothing but his casual dresses in there. His male clothes were missing. He called up Cara. "Cara, my male clothes are missing?" "Are they?" She said with a hint of false surprise. "Yes." "Well, I call the moving people, and see if we can locate them for you because they are definitely not here." Tim hung up the phone. A little while later Cara called back. She said, "Tiffy, I've got bad news." "What?" "They don't know where your clothes are. They're lost. I'm sorry. I hope you weren't attached to any of them." "No. No. They're just clothes." "Good. Would you like me to reimburse you for them?" "No. Don't worry about it. I wasn't going to be needing them for a while anyway. I rarely wore them. There's just no reason to have them around." "I'm glad to hear that, Tiffy. I'm sorry again. I'll see you Monday." "I'll see you Monday, bye." "Bye, bye, Tiffy." Tim hung up and looked around his apartment. It was covered with pictures of nature, particularly flowers. He wouldn't need his male clothes in a place like that. Tim was sure Cara had tossed them, but he did not care. In truth, he had no need for them. They were better off on some man on whom they would be more fitting. Tiffy grabbed her keys and headed down to her car to pick up some groceries. It was something that had once instilled fear in him. He didn't care anymore. He was sure of himself. He was sure of his femininity. He drove down to the store and picked up a few items. He paid for them and headed home to cook dinner. He made himself a roasted chicken in the oven. It was hard for him to do at first as he figured out that the refrigerator door had to be completely closed for him to get the oven door that faced the refrigerator to open. He cooked and ate before he cleaned his plate and glass by hand because he no longer had a dishwasher. He no longer had a washer and dryer either, so he knew that he was going to be sharing the apartment building's ones with the other tenants. As Tim slipped into bed that night, he felt that Tim was gone. He felt he truly was Tiffany, the office girl. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The following month, Cara announced that she had to hire a new employee to deal with the company's increased work. The company was more profitable than it had ever been. Cara had been reinvesting the money the company made rather than paying most of it out to Tiffany in the form of dividends as had been the case when Tim ran the place. Cara paid out enough in dividends for Tiffany to pay for her home in compliance with their agreement, but otherwise he was limited to the salary she provided him. Tiffany's salary was a fraction of what he normally received as dividends from the company, but it did not matter. It was more than enough considering that Cara paid for his apartment out of her salary. He lived off his office girl salary to buy food, clothes, makeup and make his car insurance payments. He lived comfortably for an office girl, and he knew it. Tiffany felt that he was blessed. Cara introduced the new girl that came in as Gina. Tiffany was happy to meet her. The young brown haired, tan girl was happy to meet everyone. Cara looked at Tiffany and said, "I want you to show her the ropes." Tiffany smiled and said, "Yes, Ms. Delgado." As Tiffany helped Gina set up her desk, Gina asked, "How long have you been here?" "Oh, years." "Years? So you know Ms. Delgado well?" "Oh, yes, we go back years." "How is she?" "How is she how?" "I mean what kind of boss is she?" "She's a bit stern. She's always been demanding and a bit of control freak personality. She makes sure things are done, and done right." Gina nodded and asked, "How do you like it here?" "Well, I stayed here all those years, so I like it fine. I really enjoy working for her. Ms. Delgado, Emily and Laura, they're all great girls. They enjoy themselves, don't you girls?" Emily and Laura looked at each other and nodded. Tiffany got to setting up Gina's computer. Gina looked down at Tiffany's shoes and asked, "I love those shoes. Where did you get them?" "I got them at Lord and Taylor's." "They are beautiful. What are they?" "They're nothing special, just Anne Klein's." "They're nice. I like the peep toe and the two tone straps on the front." "Thank you, Gina. I like yours as well. " "You're welcome, and thank you, but these are my most plain shoes. I didn't know what to wear around here. I didn't want to be too loud." "No, don't worry about that. All the girls here have worn something a little more flashy than what you might expect at an office from time to time." "So if I came in here with 4 inch, gold stilettos no one would care?" "They might take an interest, but no one would object. Ms. Delgado might want a pair too, but that's all. She's not big on dress codes. "Thanks." "You're welcome, Gina. And you're ready to go here. "Thank you again. No problem." Tiffany walked away from Gina and stared into the parking lot. He figured that it would seem odd for him to be driving a BMW on a Secretary's salary. He wondered what Gina would think of Cara driving her VW Beetle. Tiffany felt uneasy driving his BMW to work while Cara drove her Lime Green VW Beetle. Gina's presence enhanced his uneasiness with the situation. He knew that Cara should be driving the more expensive car. He knocked on her door and went into her office with Cara's permission. He sat down and said, "I want to swap cars with you as a bonus." "Cars?" "Yes. I'll give you my Beamer for the rest of the contract, and I'll take your Bug." Cara smiled and said, "I'll write up the contract." Tiffany smiled and watched her write up the deal. The titles were not exchanged. Instead, Tiffany and Cara signed a contract giving the other the exclusive right to use the other's car until Cara's employment contract ended. Tiffany signed without hesitation. They swapped keys, and Tiffany was sent back to her desk. With their changes of positions in the company cemented, Tiffany felt comfortable giving the car to Cara in exchange for hers. It just felt right to him. As the workday ended, Gina saw Tiffany getting into the Beetle as she got into her red, Chevy and said, "That's a cute car." "Thanks", Tiffany replied. "It really suits you", Gina added. Tiffany smiled and nodded before Gina asked, "Why are you in Ms. Delgado's spot though?'' Tiffany smirked before she stepped into the car and said, "I won a bet with her. She'll be in her spot tomorrow." Gina nodded and waived goodbye to Tiffany. Tiffany put the car into reverse and started the drive home to his apartment. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, the unexpected happened. Tiffany was invited to Cara's home. Tiffany wondered why, but he went there after the workday ended. Cara unlocked the door to his former home and showed him into the kitchen. She smiled and said, "Tiffy, I want to get your opinion on what I did around the home." Tiffany smiled and said, "I'll be happy to give it." Tiffany walked behind Cara as Cara showed around. The kitchen had gone unchanged, but the living room now showed the marks of Cara's touch. She had the white room repainted ballet pink. In place of Tim's sports pictures on the wall, there were Monet reproductions. Tiffany smiled at the girlish look the room had taken on in his absence. It wasn't Tim's living room anymore. It was Cara's. Cara showed him the dinning room that had barely changed. The only difference was a few floral arrangements on the large table. The house had not changed much. There were a few new pictures up of Cara's friends and family. Some nature shots like she had at her apartment and a few more reproductions of paintings. The only major changes besides the living room were in the master bedroom. The room was decidedly Cara's. It was almost unrecognizable to him. The blue walls had been painted over with a neon pink color. It really stood out against the white molding. A floral bedspread rested over his old bed. It was clear that he did not belong there. Cara smiled and said, "So what do you think with I did with the place?" "It looks great", Tiffany said with a smile. He was impressed with what she had done with the place, but he was uncomfortable with the knowledge that he no longer belonged there. He belonged in his cramped apartment. "Thanks, can you come and sit with me in the kitchen." Tiffany nodded and followed Cara into the kitchen and took a seat. Cara smiled and said, "I have something personal to discuss with you." "Okay", Tiffany responded. "I think we need to get your hormones under control." "What?" Tiffany said, genuinely confused. He did not think his hormones were a problem at all. "It's just that, I've caught a little boner in your skirt here and there." Tiffany blushed and sank in his chair. "Don't be ashamed, Tiffany. It's perfectly natural, but I run a place of business. It wasn't a problem when it was just us and Emily and Laura. But, now, we've got Gina to deal with. She doesn't know about Tim. How can I explain why you're a tranny or a she-male?" "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful, Ms. Delgado." "That isn't enough, Tiffy. You know you can't control yourself." "I know", Tiffany responded. "I want you to undergo chemical castration." "What?" Tiffany shouted. "It's not really castration. It's hormones. It's not permanent, usually. They just give you..." "I don't know about this..." "Tiffy, don't worry. It's not going to give you breasts, you're not going to lose a few inches off your penis. You're not going to want to go out and have sex with men. All it does is take away your sex drive. That little thing that has probably made you into a secretary." Tiffany smiled a bit. Even the thought of being miserable being a secretary was a turn on. He thought about being stuck in the position for years with no associated sexual rush that had drawn him to it in the first place. He would be even more like a normal secretary. Still, it was not something he was willing to undertake lightly. He looked at Cara and said, "I'm going to have to say no, Ms. Delgado." Cara nodded and said, "I understand, but I hope you'll understand that if Gina sees your swelled cock, I'm not explaining. I'm pleading ignorance." "I understand that. I'll deal with it." "You'll also have to deal with her asking about what is turning you on. Do you think you can do that?" Tiffany blushed and said, "I hope so." "Good because I cannot have the company being thrown off the rails by someone finding out about you. If she finds out, it's all on you." Tiffany nodded. He felt a little more nervous about Gina finding out than he hade even when she first started working beside him. "May I please use the bathroom, Ms. Delgado?" Cara smiled at Tiffany's request to use a bathroom that had recently been his. Cara responded, "You may." Tiffany's head felt like it was swirling as he walked towards the bathroom. He went into the bathroom and worked his skirt down his legs before he took a seat. He pushed his penis beneath the seat and started to go in what was, now, his customary manner. Tim thought about the fact he had not peed standing up in months. He always squatted at home, at work or in public. Tim thought about what Cara said. It would not be that bad he figured. It was all probably temporary. He would not be growing breasts. He would simply lose the ability to orgasm. That would be a big change for him. He loved it. He loved the feeling, but a part of him knew it was not right. He was doing a male act, but he was not a man. Tiffany figured that it might make him feel more like a woman if he did not have that release. It's not like he was going to really need it any time soon anyway. He was going to be in skirts for over 2 more years so no girl was going to be with him in that time. Tiffany decided to do it. He washed his hands and headed out to talk to Cara. "I'll do it." "Really?" Cara said, slightly surprised. "Yes. You're right we can't have any slip ups at work. You've got to run the place the way you see fit." "You won't regret it, Tiffy", Cara said with a smile. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Tiffany drove down to a restaurant with Emily and Lauren. It was Tiffany's first Secretaries Day in the position of the receiver of the day's modest gifts. Cara had teased him about the fact that as an office girl he was not really a full secretary in anticipation of the day. He was what Cara called an 'enhanced office girl' or a 'junior secretary.' Tiffany took it in good measure. He felt more secure in who he was than ever before at that moment. Secretaries day was the last reminder of what he now was. Not that he needed too many reminders when he looked at his all female wardrobe, painted nails and long hair. He was always aware of it. His role in his office, his apartment and his car all drove home what he was. After a little apprehension at first over his changes, Tiffany came to view his chemical castration as a positive. He knew that his limp stump would never threaten to expose him if he found the company's new employees attractive. Tiffany definitely thought that the latest hire was pretty. Her name was Jessica. She was tall girl with long auburn hair. He knew she was pretty, but the hormones took away any sexual feelings towards her. That relaxed Tiffany a bit, as it did when he stopped finding Gina sexually attractive. He knew the younger girls would never understand why he was a man parading around as an office girl if they found out. 'If they only knew', Tiffany would catch himself thinking from time to time about Jessica and Gina. However, Cara had taken other steps to make sure it was unknown to them besides the chemical castration. Any hint of Tim around the office was erased. She and the others who knew never slipped in what they called Tim. Mr. Claire was gone; he was Tiffany or Tiffy, as Cara called him. His ever longer hair was expertly styled and his long, French manicured nails were his own. The changes had their desired effect. Gina and Jessica did not know Tim. They only knew Tiffany, the junior secretary. He loved them. They looked up to him. They learned from him. They gossiped with him. The two plus Emily made every day fun for him. Tiffany had explored the chemicals effect on him. They were nothing more than Cara explained. He had lost his sex drive. He still thought women were pretty, but that was all. He did not want any sexual gratification from them. He was relieved to find that he did not find men to be attractive. The chemicals had the desired effect of leaving him as harmless a heterosexual male as his clothing choice suggested. The company grew even more profitable and there was talk of the company hiring another employee. Tiffany had seen the company's financials and knew that Cara was doing an amazing job. She was better at it than Tim ever was. That was how Tiffany saw it. Tim was someone separate from Tiffany. He was this person that used to be, but Tiffany was now standing in his place. Well, not really in his place. Tiffany was in a much reduced position at work and in terms of living conditions. Tiffany had been to Tim's old home. He had been invited there for brief lunches with Cara after he started his chemical castration. She had completely redecorated the place and made it her own. It all helped Tiffany realize that every visible bit of Tim was gone. As they reached the restaurant, Tiffany saw Cara talking with Jessica and Gina in front of the door. Cara told the girls to go on ahead into the restaurant so she could have a word with Tiffany. Cara said, "Can you step into my car?" Tiffany opened the passenger door to the car that was once his, and he swung his legs in together. He closed the door as Cara got in. Cara looked at Tiffany and said, "I need more job security." "Why? You've got 2 years left." "I know, but I want to cement our positions." "They're pretty cemented, Ms. Delgado. Look at me. I'd have to fire Gina and Jessica in order to take my job back. I doubt that Laura or Emily would ever really respect me as their boss again. Not after I've brought them coffee and done all sorts of a little stuff all this time." Cara smiled knowingly. She leaned in towards Tiffany and asked, "Do you really want to come back as the boss?" Tiffany shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. I know it would be tough to do." "That's not what I am asking. I am asking you if you want to be a boss. Do you want to go back to wearing pants? Do you want to not be a secretary anymore?" "No. I love my job. I love it more than anything I ever done." Cara leaned back in her seat and said, "So are you going to give me an extension?" "What kind of time are we talking about here?" "I was thinking life." "A life time contract? Isn't that a little indefinite." "Yes, but I can't have your artificial return dates hovering over me." "Okay, but what kind of terms are we talking about here?" Cara smiled and said, "I was thinking we'd keep the profitability trigger and the liquidated damages provision. Extending them indefinitely lets me keep my job if I do a good job. I think that's fair, don't you? It'll keep you from stepping in unless I screw up pretty bad." "That's fair, I suppose." Cara smirked and said, "You can still veto my selling of the company, but I want to veto yours." "That would..." Cara interjected, "It would make you more like a secretary, more like an office girl. You'd be married to your job. You'd still have ownership, but I'd have control." "I suppose..." Cara interjected again and continued, "Of course, I still wouldn't be able to fire you without terminating the contract, and I want to maintain my current personnel control otherwise." "I can't object to that." "I was also thinking about receiving a pay raise." "You've earned that." "I know, but I also want the right to buy your house in 2 years when our housing agreement is up." "You want to buy it?" "Yes. I love it. It's my home. It'll be good for you too. I don't know what you've got in your bank accounts, but with that kind of money you'd be able to rent anywhere around here for decades." "Well, yes. That's true..." "I have to make this clear, Tiffany. You're not going to get any dividends after I buy the house. Once I do, all the profits are going back into the corporation." "I don't know about this, Ms. Delgado. I need some protection." "Why? Office girls don't have it. They serve at their employer's will. You have a lot more power than that, Tiffy. Hell, you set my salary. I won't be able to increase my pay without your consent. You need protection? Don't discount the power of inflation." Tiffany smiled and nodded. Cara put out her hand and said, "Do we have a deal?" Tiffany shook her hand and the two exited the car. Cara put her arm around Tiffany and said, "I'll write it up when we get back to the office. You won't regret this. I'll run this company right, and I'll keep you right where you want to be." Tiffany thanked her as they moved towards the restaurant. They walked up to the restaurant door and went inside. Tiffany saw the girls were still waiting to be seated, but a waitress came by and told them she would seat them. Tiffany followed Cara, Emily, and Laura to the restaurant table. Gina and Jessica followed behind him. Tiffany turned and quickly looked at them. The girls all sat at the table, and they were presented with menus for their Secretaries Day lunch. Cara called for the girls' attention. "Ladies, Laura will be leaving us shortly, so a new position has opened up for the girl in charge of renting our company's property. The choice to fill that spot is clear." Tim held his breath. "Gina is the clear choice." The girls congratulated Gina. Tiffany did not fail to either. He felt good too, but he looked at Cara for an explanation why he was being passed over. "Gina is the clear choice because she got her realtor's license last month." It suddenly made sense to Tiffany. It should have from the moment the position was announced as the one being filled. He had declined to try to get the license. He did not see the need to move up. He looked at his prot?g? with pride. Gina was moving up. She was now technically his boss. He would be fetching coffee for the girl he trained. She was another woman he would serve and assist. Tiffany knew that he was right where he belonged.