Thread: Not Safe For Work (Kassy & HoldtheDoor)

Jordan had been holding down the office job he enjoyed so much for almost four years now, working for Kelly Electronics, and in particular Derek Kelly was a pleasure. He was famed for running one of the most progressive companies, always the first to implement a particularly forward thinking idea, and unlike most execs he had had the unpleasure of working for he actually got to know his employees. Jordan was what he liked to call a middle of the pack worker, he wasn't consistently brilliant, he was just consistently solid. Hence his relative longevity in the company compared to his more ambitious peers, the kind of people who either rocketed up a company or just moved across to a new company every six months. Keeping himself to himself had always been part of the territory as far as he was concerned, coffee room gossip being several levels below his intellect as far as he was concerned. Yet even he had heard the rumours, heard why their exec had gathered them all in the centre of the room for an announcement he had decided to make. As she stepped from the elevator his eyes were tansfixed, try as she might to hide the obviously shapely figure she had in that tight fitted dress, she still looked every bit as incredible as he had heard. Sure enough that was Derek Kelly's daughter, walking two steps behind him looking very much like the daughter of a rich man, a carefree attitude that comes hand in hand with unrestrained wealth clear in her approach. He didn't care for that though, he would leave the off hand judgements to the idiots who frequented the said coffee rooms that were beneath him. As she introduced herself enthusiastically he smiled back, not that she was looking at him in particular, she seemed nice enough from the rather brief meet and greet that had just happened. As the crowd dispersed they all walked back to their relevant work stations, Jordan being sat rather close to where Derek had instructed her to go, he couldn't help but notice the sideward glances she was attracting. He would of loved to think it was cause these idiots were admiring how attractive she was, or because they wanted to befriend someone with such incredible enthusiasm, but he knew better. They saw her as the major obstacle to their promotion, or a mole planted by their boss to weed out the disruptive influences. Hating the way the rest of his colleagues sometimes wanted to make people feel, he found a courage that most in the office wouldn't of credited him with, yet he knew had been their the whole time. Rising from his seat he strode over towards her cubicle, resting his arms on the partition wall that rose to chest height, looking down at her beautiful face. Hey, my names Jordan, I just wanted to be a bit more welcoming than some of my colleagues. He said smiling at her. I don't usually give advice, but I'd steer clear of them, they can be a bunch of dicks sometimes. You seem nice though, so if you ever want someone to chat too during the daily grind of work, I'll be here. Jordan said smiling, as if he was waiting for at least an acknowledgement before he left for his desk again. His tall 6'1 frame towered over her as he leant on the booth, his well built and clearly muscular chest clear to see by the way his shirt was tight across his chest and arms. His handsome face framed by short locks of dark hair completely the look of a man that could only be described as devilishly handsome.