Christy zipped into the parking lot on Harlow Street, her long brown hair blowing in the wind as she steered her dark blue convertible into the first available parking space. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard as she slammed the car into park. “Damn, late again”, she muttered. She grabbed her purse and briefcase out of the back seat and dashed across the street. She ignored the cat calls and whistles that had become a daily routine from the construction crews on the adjacent lot. Most of the men she had seen before at Pat’s, a local pub she and Nikki often stopped at after work, and they were always complimentary to the ladies. She knew she looked hot, in fact, she dressed the way she did, in short skirts and extremely high heels, to turn men’s heads, she just didn’t want them to know that.

She spotted Nikki, her roommate and co-worker standing by the entrance and knew that she was enjoying the attention from the workmen. When Christy reached the curb, she took hold of Nikki’s elbow and firmly guided her into the lobby. When they were encased in the elevator, shooting their way to the 26th floor, Nikki turned and said, “What’s with you?