Little Bound Riding Hood
"Need you to sign off on the contract for the hall, catering and costume shop, Gil." Shelly, my assistant with the shapely legs and long, golden locks, smiled at me as she knocked on my office door and entered. "Didn't I sign another one of these contracts just two months ago? How much are we spending annually on these company social events?" I replied with absolutely no enthusiasm. I don't like attending company parties and avoided them whenever I could. Shelly laughed and replied,...
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