What a hectic day this was turning out to be.
Therese Thatcher waded down the cramped stairway, trying desperately not to get bowled over by her larger coworkers or drop the Styrofoam cup of coffee she carried. Hampton & House, the law firm that Therese was currently working for, was quite busy today. People did all but run back and forth delivering case notes, files, bottles of water, coffee, good news, bad news, and everything in between to whichever attorney they had been assigned to. Therese was on her way down, assigned to pick up a large file of case notes regarding the previous failed case and give it to her boss, Raymond.
When Therese reached the bottom of the stairwell she took one quick look around, and set out for the office closest to the door, where the files were being prepared for review. The reception area was fairly clear, actually, and that surprised Therese. It seemed the majority of people were upstairs, aside from those that worked at the reception desk and the few offices down on the first floor.
Upon reaching her destination, she took a short sip of her coffee, and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Wilhelm? It's Ms. Thatcher, assigned to Mr. Raymond. I'm here to pick up the files regarding case 722."
"Ah, Mr. Thatcher, come in!" Came the gravely, old voice. Therese opened the door and smiled as she looked at the old man, wrinkles covering his face and hands, but working as diligently as the rest of them. Upon sighting Therese through his thick glasses, Jeffrey Wilhelm stood up from his desk with a wide, beaming smile on his face and extended his hand. Therese reached forward and grabbed his hand, shaking it heartily.
"Strong, good grip you've got on you, Ms. Thatcher." Jeffrey chided. "Not very ladylike, you know."
Therese smirked and chuckled. Therese was told she was the picture of beauty by many people, even several of her co workers. Her skin, a healthy, fair complexion complemented her blonde hair and womanly figure well. Her hips were well formed, her breasts decently sized, and her face was clear of blemishes. But the way she acted was hardly that of a young, beautiful woman in the big city; her grip was strong, her thoughts were on work, and she dressed in a way that was borderline cross-dressing. A white collared button up shirt, a black blazer, black slacks, and black dress shoes. And a red tie. Can't forget the classy tie.
"Oh, whatever, Jeffrey," Therese said with a warm smile. As much as she liked the older man, she needed to get back to work. "Are the files ready?"
A glint of light in his eyes served as his recognition. "Ah, yes," he said in his gravely way, bending underneath his immaculate desk and picking up a two-inch thick file. "Here you go."
Therese groaned and frowned when she saw the massive file. And she had to carry that monster back the to end of the hall on the second floor. "Sometimes, I think Mr. Raymond does this to me to purposefully rile me up."
Jeffrey waved her comment away and sat back down. "Oh, stop blaming other people and get to work, kiddo." he said, laughing and dragging over a piece of paper.
Therese smiled, picked up the file, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wilhelm. I'll see you later," and closed the door behind her.
Therese nearly dropped the file and her coffee when she saw who walked up to her.
Victoria, her roommate, broke into a wide smile and picked up her pace when the two girls' eyes connected. The two looked almost like polar opposites; Victoria was the more endowed of the two, with very wide hips and large breasts, wearing her hair black and loose and wearing as much of a "secretarial" garb as she could. Blouse and skirt, add high heels. There you go.
Victoria, incidentally, was the only person Therese felt nervous around, And Therese had a pretty good idea as to why.
"Hey, Terri!" came Victoria's happy and high pitched voice. "On more grunt work for Raymond, eh?"
"Yeah. Just gotta pick up this file." Therese said, hefting the over-large file in one hand, putting on a face people make when they pretend to be strong.
Victoria put a hand to her mouth to cover a giggle, beaming at Therese. Victoria, the only one whom Therese could rely on, tell her secrets to, and cry to.
Yeah, Therese was pretty sure why she was always so nervous around Victoria.
Therese bit her lip, trying to organize her thoughts and decide what to do. Her feelings for Victoria... Were more than certainly romantic. She'd never experienced it before, but she'd seen enough of the cheesy movies and the like to verify her feelings. She only had to wonder...
"Hey, Victoria?" Therese said in a shaky and unsure voice. Oh God, what was she doing. Was she willing to possibly throw away her friendship with this woman for something more-
"What's wrong, Terri?"
Of course Victoria would know when something was wrong. She'd only lived with her for the better half of the last decade.
"I... Have a bit of a confession to make." Oh God. She's really doing this.
Victoria looked at her with a raised eyebrow and expectant eyes. Therese could feel her face warming up.
"I... Um..." Do it already dammit! "I like you!" She spat, hands shaking ever so slightly.
Victoria seemed confused. "I know you like me. We've been best friends for years."
Oh. My. God. Why couldn't this be a little easier?
"No... Vicki... I... Want..."
Victoria put a finger to Therese's lips and laughed.
"I know, Terri, I know. It's not like it isn't obvious."
Therese's mind was blank. She... Knew? She knew? She knew and she didn't say anything? Then... Did that mean she didn't-
Victoria leaned forward and kissed Therese lightly. A split second, that was all, but in that time, Therese was happier then she could ever remember being.
