The lunch room in our company was small but not tiny. So when the presidents secretary sat down at my table where I normally sat alone I looked around for someone holding up a camera. You see I was the mail boy, pranks as the others called them, or hazing as I liked to call it were a daily part of life. She on the other hand was the type of secretary porn tries to capture. I had never seen her in anything but a black suit and skirt that was as tight as it was short. Her hair wasn't always up but when it wasn't the boys in the office thought it was a holiday. She wore thin rimmed glasses that she surely didn't need and her tailor must of had something to prove about the strength of his suits. It wasn't that the closes were snug, nor that they seemed to struggled to fit her assets. No it was as if every time she bent over or pushed her chest out a great war was fought. Is it porn imitating life or life imitating porn I began to wonder before she stopped her bag on the table with a heavy thud.

She just looked at me and raised and eyebrow. "Uh can I help you?" I asked trying to gauge how fast I could eat the rest of my lunch and run back to the safety of the mail room. "In fact you can Iris" She said in a voice that rooted me to my seat. As she reached into her bag I was half convinced she was about to pull out a pistol to shoot me with. Instead it was a salad, "You see I take an unusual lunch break and most of the others are..." She just trailed off and glanced over at the other table that was across the room. At that moment two of the guys were trying to hit a soda can off each others head with an apple. "Ah I see, I'm afraid I don't remember your name" I say feeling my face heat up a bit. "Now Iris how could you forget my name you deliver the mail to me each morning" She says opening her lunch.

I just sigh and say "I deliver mail to 2,000 people a day on average, and I have worked here for a week. I don't even know what you do really" I say stuffing food into my mouth to stop my foot from going in there. "I ensure the company runs smoothly" She says with a note of finality "And tell me is the life of a mail boy exciting". "Not normally no, but you do get to meet a lot of interesting people" I say thinking back on some of the unusual things I had seen so far. "Is it hard work" She asks between bites. "Yes and no, hard physically sometimes, but very boring" I say after a moment. "You know sometimes I could use a bit or boring" She says. "I could use a bit of excitement" I say. "Would you like to trade positions for a half day then" She asks putting her now empty lunch away. "Sure" I say without thinking.