“What’s that… apple pie?” Mirka smirked at the sight of her boss and her fresh baked pie. She always said the first thing that came to her mind, she loved apples and since her boss hated them, it would've been a nice change of pace at the office where they worked.
Sour green, red juicy or just about any yellow apple could brighten Mirka's day, after being confronted by her co-workers or co-whores as she secretly called them, when they bothered her at the water cooler.
* * * *
"So… Mirka likes apples?" Thelma joked, "What does the boss like, Mirka?"
"Well definitely no apples or any of those round apple cheeks you have in the back," Lester joked back.
Mirka would take her cup and fill it with water before turning to Thelma and Lester. Her voice would be rough for not speaking up to her aggressors, but she feared her throat would hurt far more if she swallowed her words day in and day out.
"Let me guess, you guys like oranges because you like butt-kissing your boss?"
Thelma got serious. "Not for long. She's my kind of woman and you will never measure up."
"And I would love to watch," said Lester, his eyes dark in anticipation for just the thrill of the fantasy.
