Kaycee
I hadn’t been working there for too long. My cubicle was on the main hallway and her office door was right behind my seat. I couldn’t help but stretch my neck around the cubicle wall every time she strode down that carpeted runway.Kaycee was a good ten or fifteen years older than me. She had a daughter in high school, but the way she strutted her stuff I sure didn’t care, nor did it matter. She always wore these high heels and tight jeans. And her blouse’s neck line always dipped down to levels...