Assist
She opened the door to his office, bag packed and ready to head home. He was still sitting at his computer working away. Most of the VPs on this floor fucked around all day - golf meetings, lunch meetings, sauna meetings - they probably only did about ten minutes of actual work a week. Not Mr. J though. That was Mr. Todd to the rest of the office, but Quinn had grown far closer to her boss than the other secretaries here. She called him Mr. J at the office as a means of familiarity and respect....