More flash fiction for your midweek coffee break...

Hello all. There have been a few requests for more flash fiction, so ever happy to oblige and give you a giggle during your working day break, here's another from the pen of Suzy Q especially for you...

                                      THE CONFERENCE

“Oh no, not again” she groaned as she struggled to get her head off the pillow. She tentatively opened one eye to ascertain exactly whose pillow it was. No clues there as she took in the rumpled bed and looked about her in the gloom of the hotel room. She draped the sheet about her and staggered into the bathroom to splash her face and gulp down a tumbler of water. Her eyes avoided the mirror, and took in the array of metro sexual lotions and potions at the basin. Nothing she detested more than men who spent more on their grooming products than she did.

She followed the trail her clothes had made through the empty room and got herself dressed, racking her brain for any recall of the night before. Then she found the note.

“Hey babe, off to join Man Com for a round of golf. We’ll be heading back to town on the jet, so no chance of seeing you again today. Fantastic conference hey!

Jack.

PS. You were great Suzy Q! “

“No, please no, not the nerd from Human Resources! HOW could that have happened?” she groaned again. As she slunk down the corridor to make her way back to her room, it all came back to her. “Curse Mike for suggesting those shooters,” she thought. It was, as always, One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor. Though the floor would have been preferable to sharing a bed with Jack. The bumpy bus ride back to town did nothing to help her aching head. Well, HR should at least be pleased that the team building exercise seemed to have been successful.

Rather as she had expected, there was an email from the Head of HR summonsing her to his office on Monday morning. With a leaden heart she made her way to the top floor, knowing full well the corporate policy on this sort of thing. There was mercifully no sign of Jack as she slunk into the Chamber of Death.

 “Well Miss Jones,” Mr. Heath began. “It seems you’ve been hiding your light under a bushel. Some of the isometric tests we did on conference showed that you have people skills which are utterly wasted in the IT department. I’d like to offer you a promotion as my PA, with immediate effect. Perhaps you’d care to join me for a cocktail here this evening to toast our new working relationship.”