An Encounter The Beginning
A golden light streamed in through the blinds, casting long yellow lines across her smooth legs. She leaned back in her chair, her foot propped up on her desk, as she clicked away on her keyboard. A sigh forced its way out of her chest as she scrolled through the lists of wasted emails. Today, the men were taking the ‘spraying bullets’ approach, sending email after email of irrelevant responses, totally unrelated to her posts. While helping her in her quest to weed through the losers, these...