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"What's my schedule this afternoon?" Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather's office. "There's no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather." Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, "Don't schedule anything. We're leaving at 3 pm." Jennifer nodded and set Heather's coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.

At 3 pm sharp, Jennifer knocked. "When you're ready Miss Heather." Heather stood and grabbed her coat putting it on. She always dressed conservatively at work. Skirts never shorter than knee length, shoes with heels never higher than 2 inches, her top always non-revealing with carefully selected underwear. Never wearing excessive make ups, however her face was still stunning and her figure to die for. At the age of only 25, she managed a team of financial analysts at a small but successful firm reporting directly to the CFO. However she didn't get to this role by using her 5'7", 34DD-24-25 figure. In fact, quite the opposite. Her success was purely a reward of her intelligence. Over the past year at this firm she has rejected too many men that wanted her. Thus the dress down, since she wouldn't need to attract any more attention. At this stage, she would like to focus on her career more than anything else. As she opened her office door, Jennifer already stood right outside waiting for Heather. Heather expected Jennifer to dress equally conservative, so that was exactly how Jennifer was dressed every day...