This is my own little version of the 'workplace fun fantasy'. I admit that my first few versions were much closer to meesh's workplace porn, just with a specific department showing up to reward workers rather than 'anyone can boink at any time they want', and someone convinced me that I should try something a little different, and after a dozen false starts or so, I managed to put something together.

Total side note, I am not a programmer, like, AT ALL, and I've never really had any kind of an "office job". The people who acted as my beta readers for this both made comments about how this felt to them, and those comments made me smile. You know who you are. <3

The Incentive Department

Chapter One

Performance Review

"Tammy! Come in, sit down. Shut the door, please. You know how HR wants these yearly reviews to be private." The goat male gave her a warm smile as he motioned toward the chair in front of his desk.

Tammy gave him the professional smile that she'd learned to slather on her face and then staple it in place. She brushed the door shut with her hand and then slid into the seat. She wasn't going to lose any points for a lack of compliance, that was for sure. Probably a lack of enthusiasm but that was another story.

"So let's get right to it! Your team has had a lot of good things to say," he enthused, "great things even. Very productive, very good at helping the team out when they need you."

That wasn't unexpected. Especially since she'd come out of college with a slew of projects of her own under her belt. It was like no one else on the team had even heard of software planning, so when she suggested that they stop just flinging random bits of code at the problem and identify what was actually required, her team lead had nearly lost his mind. But she'd also saved that particular project from going into a default of contract. Still late. Still bad. She almost cringed thinking of the kludge she hadn't been able to control.

"On the other hand, you've refused several times to stay late when you were needed. This company can't keep people who show a lack of commitment like that. We need projects to be done on time, and sometimes that means that you have to stay a little late."

She didn't even blink. This was absolute bunk, and she could prove it. She didn't mind the idea of working late occasionally. As long as it was just that. Occasionally. Not 4 nights out of 5, not working 18 hour days, and certainly not in order to support a company culture that embraced throwing stress at a problem rather than actually enacting systemic change. She would throw herself into a project, for sure, but not to the point that she would be a doormat for someone else.

"But, you have done an absolutely stellar job in teaching and instructing the rest of the junior programmers, and their efficiency scores have gone up as a direct result of your own efforts, and we appreciate that more than we can say."

Well that was at least mildly shocking. She was actually getting praised for something and it wasn't passive aggressive.

"So that's where we're coming from when we say that we're giving you a 'meets expectations' across the board."

Commiseration

Tammy had changed after the yearly review, and picked something nice out. She was running just a little late due to traffic. She instantly spotted her friend, and thudded down onto the seat at the little table.

Leah was about to make a happy greeting when Tammy held up a finger, and flicked her glasses off to clatter onto the hard table. Leah nodded, then held her hand up. "Waiter, Vodka sour, please?"

Tammy held up three fingers, which made Leah snort a laugh.

"Double," she said pointedly, getting a glare from Tammy. The waiter waved an acknowledgement and then Leah turned to give her friend a pat on the shoulder. "So. Rough day at work?"

Tammy groaned, and pushed herself up with a heroic effort so that she was mostly sitting upright. "I swear, it's like they want me to quit," she said.

Leah 'mmmm'd and waited for the waiter to come over to the high top and set the drink down. Tammy smiled, Leah didn't. It was a triple. "Let's see. If memory serves, you started a year ago, and you've been unusually quiet the last few days. Which means that either someone stole your thunder by claiming your work for their own, or you got an annual review that was less than honest."

Tammy took a big drink off of her glass, and while she didn't drain it all, she did take more than half of it down. She held up both fingers.

Leah winced. "Well that's less than good. What'd your boss steal from you this time?"

Tammy slammed the glass down on the tabletop just hard enough to make a point. The music was going loud enough that no one looked over at the two lovely young ladies, each of whom was dressed to kill.

Leah and Tammy were both fit, and beautiful in their own ways. Tonight, Tammy had on a short cocktail dress that emphasized her tight figure. She wasn't nearly as busty as Leah was, and she'd frequently teased her friend about having a 'matron-ready' figure. Tammy looked like a gymnast, and she still had many of those skills. She was short, and cute, and she knew that other than her eyes, her butt was what drew stares the most. She liked being looked at. It was something that she'd kept from her younger years, when she was so frequently thrown into the social outcast circle. Military father moving around frequently never let her develop a circle of close friends, and she'd tried something new at her last high school. Rather than show everyone that she was the quiet bookworm, she went geek chic, and it worked.

Leah, on the other hand, was the kind of cheerleader pretty girl that had constantly had people in her social circle. A very wide and shallow pool of friends. She wasn't as busty as Tammy teased her about but her chest was the first thing that drew most guy's eyes. And most girls. And the low cut dress she wore tonight emphasized her cleavage.

The two had been friends for nearly 6 years now. Tammy coming to her rescue in a bad situation even after some of Leah's friends had been horrible had cemented their affection for each other, moving it from 'enemies' to 'friendly rivals'.

They'd been college roommates, and even though Tammy had a full ride scholarship due to her grades and Leah had a rich father who'd paid for it, neither had much in the way of spending money. Apparently Leah's father was willing to foot the bill for the dorm and the education, and that was it.

So they had done what any pair of young, smart, adventurous and attractive girls would do. After ensuring they could keep up with the class load and jobs, they'd chased the sure money. They started stripping. At first Leah had been joking about how they both looked good enough to do it, and they both had enough dance and/or tumbling skills to make it work, but Tammy had run the numbers and found that while it was a little on the risky side in terms of guaranteed pay, there wasn't a better pay per hour that they could get without degrees or letters of reference. Tammy had thought about doing subcontracting jobs or code-for-hire, but the pay and flexibility weren't there, and the possibility of scope creep scared her off.

What neither of them had expected was just how much they'd each enjoyed it. Oh, there'd been a few creeps that the bouncers had to get rough with, but for as much as the old boar who ran the club looked like the typical sleazy, greasy perv, he ran a good club, and he never once suggested that any of the dancers join him for a private performance review.

They were, of course, attracting attention. Several party guys had slipped over and tried to flirt with the pair, and Leah turned them away with grace and charm. A firm, but gentle let down of their hopes. Once the initial wave had been turned away and everyone seemed to realize that the young women at the table were alone, and liked it that way, Tammy and Leah had a chance to actually resume their conversation.

Tammy flagged the waiter again, wiggling her empty glass. He nodded his head toward her and she set it down, gentler this time. "I refactored the code for the whole program loop and made it run three times as quickly," the rat girl said. She frowned. "It wasn't even that it was that hard, it's just that no one cares about doing it the right way. We're rated on how many lines of code we submit, not what that code does or how central it is to the actual program. So what ends up happening is we get this spaghetti mess that's four times the size that it needs to be, and it's as buggy as an entomology department."

Leah had never pretended to understand all of the things that her friend did, not in detail. What she heard was 'I made it better because I make the computers go beep boop right'. Which isn't to say that Leah was dumb. Not in the least. Her own mind was far more focused on her own field; compliance and labor laws, and public relations. "That definitely sounds rough. So let me guess, they gave you a bad performance review today?"

Tammy leaned back to give the waiter more room as he wove into the table's space and neatly set a full glass down, then picked the old one up. She scowled at him, and was about to ask why this one was a double and not the triple.

He shook his head at her. "Bartender is cutting you off for an hour. You gulped the last one down and we haven't seen you eat anything. You showed up separately from your friend which means you're driving. No DUI's from this bar and we want to keep it that way." He gave her an apologetic shrug. "Not for the whole night," he promised. "Just slow it down." He then went back to his duties.

Tammy gave him a dour look, but refrained from sticking her tongue out at him. She sipped, and then set the glass down, picking up her conversation. "Oh, no. No, no, it wasn't that they gave me a bad review," she explained. "It's that they basically said, "You exceeded our expectations, but you weren't the kind of employee that caved the instant we blinked at you so you're getting a perfectly middle of the road set of grades." She draped one arm across the back of her chair. "I honestly don't really even care that I didn't get top marks across the board. I knew that wasn't going to happen. But not even a single 'above average'. Hell, if they'd said 'above average here, but not fitting in as well with company culture' I'd at least have given them credit for being honest."

Leah had been nursing her own drink the whole time. The impala femme preferred to savor the citrus-heavy margaritas while her friend seemed determined to get drunk and forget the whole day happened. "Sounds like you're looking for a way out," Leah ventured, swirling her glass around.

Tammy sighed. "I am. I honestly should have jumped at the chance to go to work for your company. You took the risk and went with that wild startup thing. You've always been more about the causes than I have been." She held her hands up. "Ally, just not active duty."

Leah brushed it off. Tammy was absolutely not someone that would start picketing or marching at the drop of a hat, but she would support those who did. It was one of their first 'discussions' as roommates. Not quite a fight, but setting of boundaries and expectations. "I know, and I'm not really looking to pick up a few Marines or soldiers." She leaned forward, and got quieter. "I will, however, pick up your tab tonight, and dance with you, and drive you home, and maybe if you want something a little more, we can talk about breakfast options."

They had shared a bed together before. Curiously, the occasional lover stage had only happened after they stopped stripping their senior year. It wasn't anything that either of them would want to pursue further. But it was comfortable, and each one cared about the other.

For just a moment, Leah thought that Tammy would turn her down. The programmer tended to withdraw rather than reach out when going through rough times. Maybe it was the several shots of alcohol all at once. Maybe it was that Tammy felt safe with Leah. But tonight, she didn't withdraw.

They danced, and like any time the pair danced around anyone else, they drew attention. A few guys (and one woman) tried to come in and either join or have a turn with one of the pair. Each time Leah shook her head, turning the offer down. As the night wore on and Tammy sobered up more, Leah began moving in closer. Hands on the rat girl's hips, drawing her in. They shared a single kiss.

Both knew how to really 'sell' a stage kiss. They'd done a couple of pair dances on the catwalk of the strip club, and even one private gig together. This wasn't a stage kiss. It was a gentle, simple offer, from Leah to Tammy. An offer that Tammy accepted.

Leah drove, and Tammy had the good sense to not complain about it.

Comfort

The pair walked up to Leah's door, and by this point the alcohol had mostly worn off for Tammy. The murine woman's hands were curled around her friend's waist, leaning in kissing the back of the impala's slender neck.

Once inside, they took their time with each other, undressing and fondling the other's curves and bodies. Leah worked Tammy's zipper down, sprinkling feather light kisses along Tammy's collarbone. The dress whispered off of Tammy's slight breasts and narrow waist, leaving her in a pair of panties that told Leah everything she'd needed to know. These weren't the kind of lingerie that you wore unless you specifically wanted to have sex with someone you cared about.

Tammy turned, facing her friend and started to ease the shoulder straps off, taking her time in licking and kissing the bounty that was revealed. She'd long ago gotten over the boob envy, but that didn't mean she couldn't take the time to really appreciate someone else's charms.

Leah's fingers were tangling and tugging lightly at Tammy's short hair, gently removing the glasses and setting them down on the nightstand.

Neither of them were wholly sure who had led the dance, not exactly when it had happened or what steps were used, but they had started next to the front door, and ended next to Leah's bed.

Tammy was normally the aggressor, but for some reason she was hesitating. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was that the performance review had shaken her more than she let on.

Leah wasn't sure, and honestly didn't care. She cupped her hand between Tammy's legs, gently rubbing along her slit and applying a delicate touch to that sensitive area, stroking with the one hand while guiding Tammy into another kiss with the other and then pushed her back until she sat, and then laid onto the bed.

Tammy arched and gasped out, feeling that building pleasure as Leah's touch played and worked over her body. Tammy's breasts rocked just a bit as she shifted her hips, grinding up against Leah's touch. She couldn't help how her thighs were clenching together, how her heels slid across the sheets as she squirmed around.

Leah rolled her friend over onto her side and nestled against the smaller woman's back. "Ssshhhh," she whispered, "let me, don't even think about me. Don't worry. Let it happen, beautiful."

The arm curled under her waist ended between her thighs, and Tammy's breasts were gently cupped and fondled by Leah. It was a slow, almost agonizing pace, and was something that Tammy both hated and loved. She was a little too brusque in her sexual appetites, wanting to get in and get off more often than not. She'd had to learn to tease a bit more than Leah when they were dancing.

Leah knew how to drive someone absolutely mad with need when she wanted to, building and building until nothing could hold it back. She tugged the crotch of Tammy's panties to the side, starting to rub a bit more firmly with two fingers, playing around the entrance and the inner and outer labia. She could be a mean lover and work Tammy over how Leah wanted to do it. But that wasn't what her friend needed.

Tammy ground her hips forward, trying to get some more pressure on her clit, or her chest, but Leah wasn't letting that happen just yet. She reached for anything she could get her hands on, settling on the back of Leah's head. At first, she'd accidentally grabbed Leah's antlers and squeaked out a 'sorry!', but Leah seemed to shrug it off.

Leah gave a set of light nips to the base of Tammy's ears, getting a more plaintive set of cries out of her friend and lover. With one of Tammy's nipples in one hand, and her clit pinched between the fingers of her other hand, she turned everything on full blast.

The reaction was electric, and Tammy shrieked out as she came, hard, bucking and writhing, quivering as she wordlessly announced how much she appreciated what Leah was doing for and with her. She kicked and trembled a few more times, then sank into the mattress and sheets and Leah's arms.

The bigger woman gripped the sheets between her toes and drew it up a bit, then tugged it so that it was high enough to offer warmth. "Easy, shhh," she whispered as Tammy tried to turn around. "If you really feel like you need to reciprocate, you can help me in the shower tomorrow morning."

Tammy mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'not fair'. And when she woke up in the morning, she absolutely helped Leah get dirty in the shower, and then clean again.

Terms and Conditions

Tammy hadn't taken a drink of her coffee past the fourth sentence of Leah's explanation. She'd had to be gently reminded several times to close her mouth simply because each and every sentence before had been almost as ludicrous as the one before. "Your company owner. The Right Honorable Sir Doctor Harold Marchton, eighteenth Duke of West Somethingshire-upon-Rivername, wants you to put together a... a professional boink department?! And you based it off of a dumb joke that we had at the club that someone else proposed and I said was technically possible just to call their bluff?!"

Leah sighed and held her hand up, pointer extended, counting off her responses. "First, he's not a duke, you're just being petty. He's a knight. Second, he earned that honor from the King after his first biotech company gave away a cure for the undeveloped world that he stumbled on. Third, it's 'Doctor Sir Harold' if you're going to be formal. It's a split infinitive thing. Fourth, and most important, it's not exactly what the proposal we were joking about was. It's a company sponsored date based on mutual selection by the candidates after they've done something good."

Tammy tossed the rest of her drink back, then pointed at Leah. "It's a company-sponsored boink department."

Leah rolled her eyes. "It is not a company-sponsored boink department. The company will select two employees who have shown some attraction for each other but are either too shy to make anything happen on their own or are the sort that throw themselves into their causes and don't take time for self care."

Tammy shook her mostly-full coffee cup at her friend, sloshing some of it onto the table. "By putting them on a semi-blind date with each other, all expenses paid, including the room for the night?!"

Leah grinned. "You should have heard his first proposal. Professionals paid by the company to go 'relieve stress' of employees during the day."

Tammy threw her hands up, thankfully having set her mug down first. "How is this better? How is this better? How is this better?!" She buried her face in her hands. "Is he trying to get sued? Is he trying to have any kind of a reputation?" The murine lifted her head up and glowered at her friend. "And you want me to... what, build and monitor the system? Play matchmaker for lonely nerds and social justice warriors?"

Leah shrugged. "The initial project for you would be to build the system and maintain it for a couple of years, then if you wanted to go to another department I'm sure that a transfer could be arranged."

Tammy's scowl got deeper. "And I'd... what, I'd report to you?"

Leah considered that for a moment. "Maybe. I don't think that the org chart has been fully laid out, but you'd either be a direct report or one level down. Probably direct."

Tammy groaned, and rocked her head back. For all of the expectations of someone who knew their backgrounds, everyone thought that 'Princess' Leah would have been the drama queen, not the outwardly reserved Tammy.

It was the almost exact opposite. Leah was the sort who could get a drink thrown in her face while dancing and simply work the stepping-away into her dance, getting clear of any in-bound bouncers.

"And let me guess, he's got some kind of stupidly complicated list of requirements that don't make sense and I'll be working 20 hour days to get this spun up and when I ask for coding support he'll throw me some code-camp flunk-out that's going to have to be reminded how to call a variable and I'll be writing it in CORTRAN so that it integrates with some shitty SA-400 database that hasn't been cleaned up or updated since the company was founded." Tammy shook her head, "You're out of your mind if you think that I'm going to jump ship just because I had a bad year. I've put in for a promotion and my code is more reliable and faster than anyone else there."

Leah gave a smile across the table that suddenly reminded Tammy that just because someone didn't have claws or sharp teeth, they weren't disqualified from being a predator. "I'll triple your salary. You get a week's paid vacation after 90 days, which doesn't count against sick time or personal time. You can write it in anything you want, you can ask for support and train them how you want them, or you can do it on your own. As long as you meet your milestones, we don't really care how it's done. We may hire a few more if you can't make the schedule work, but you'd be on the interview team. Just know that you're limited to 50 hours of work per week. As in, your computer will lock you out. We're quite serious about people not overworking themselves."

Tammy's jaw dropped. "How... t... y..."

Leah grinned even wider. "We don't have to make a profit, dear. Sir Harold doesn't need more money. He doesn't even take a salary. And before you ask how I got you approved for this, I took all of your notes for that joke program, and showed it to him. He doesn't understand code, but he saw that you'd at least had ideas about how to build it, and that you had the capacity to come up with all of that while you were drunk and had four fewer years of experience."

Tammy couldn't think of anything to say.

"You can work from home, or you can work from the office. I know that you code jockeys like to have quiet spaces to get things done. You'd have an actual office, not just a cubicle. But knowing you like I do, I expect that you're probably going to want to come in and be among actual co-workers. And you're probably going to want to do this for a couple of years and then either propose something yourself or move on to some other project that could use your help."

Tammy leaned back into the booth at the restaurant they were at. "You slept with me just to get a better chance to recruit me," she whispered, and the instant that she started saying it, she regretted it. Leah could hold a poker face better than anyone else. But you don't live with someone for 4 years and not pick up on things.

Leah's eyes softened just a touch, and her nostrils flared, taking in a deep breath before she looked down.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that was a bitchy thing to say and you didn't deserve that," Tammy said, holding her hands up. And yet, the words had been said.

"I accept your apology, dear." Leah's words were flat enough that Tammy knew she'd vastly overstepped. "You can check your inbox today. I got the confirmation yesterday that your package had been approved and all of the details are in there." Leah turned to leave the booth, slipping free of the bench. "The fact that I accept your apology though, doesn't mean that it didn't hurt. Take the rest of the day, think about it. Get back to me." She passed by the hostess stand and cashier, paying for both meals on the way out.

Tammy thudded her forehead down onto the table. "I'm such a fucking bitch," she groaned, and then pushed the rest of her meal away. It tasted like shit, and it wasn't the fault of the kitchen. She left another few bills on the table, increasing the tip to the waitress before she grabbed her bag and walked out the front door.

They'd had breakfast at a cafe near the club from the night before, which meant that Leah had left Tammy within easy reach of her car. A short walk put her back in the club's parking lot, and she slipped into her car to go home. She slung her bag a little more forcefully than she really should have, frustration getting the better of her. She stabbed the button to start the engine and then pulled out of the parking lot.

The rest of her day was spent agonizing over what she'd said. While she was on the treadmill, while she was reading the offer package, while she was throwing together a quick salad for lunch. She barely even thought about the actual offer. It was too good to be true. Even if it were a legitimate offer, she couldn't take it after she'd just shoved not just her whole foot but her lower leg into her own muzzle.

Sunday wasn't much better. She called in the middle of the afternoon, and got a voicemail. Tammy apologized once more, and then added that she had some questions about the offer on a technical side. There had to be something wrong with this. It read like joining a cult.

C.O.R.E., aka Circle of Recovery Enterprises, was primarily involved in metal reclamation and trash removal. Exactly how that process worked, Tammy had no idea. But because the company was a not-for-profit, they were able to be just a little better on price than most other people were, and were far more focused on zero waste and carbon reclamation.

The chemistry of it was beyond Tammy. She'd never liked all that catalyst stuff. Computer code was far simpler. Whatever it was they did, they did a good job of it. She looked, honestly looked for people who said negative things about the company. Beyond the usual Karen who raised holy hell because someone didn't put her bins exactly back where they should have gone, she couldn't really find anything 'bad'. At most, it was 'very secretive company culture' and lots of involvement in communities.

Leah didn't call back that evening, but did send a text that said she was in the middle of things and couldn't talk, but tomorrow she'd be able to.

That made Tammy at least a little more relieved. If Leah had still been angry with her, she'd have just remained silent. She put the offer package on her kitchen table, and left it there when she went to bed. Not that she got much in the way of sleep.

Consequinces

Tammy was nursing her morning cup of coffee, looking over a bug report that came in over the weekend. This one was actually an interesting problem. As always, the code was doing exactly what it was told. Computers could be both the worst and the best employees a company had, at the exact same time. The problem was that this particular bug was, in almost every single case, doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing, shunting the user into a loop that would keep them from putting data into the system that would throw a NAN error. And no one had really considered any kind of a scenario where the answer to one of the queries of this particular loop would actually legitimately be 'not a number'. But in this one case, it actually was.

She could alter the variable type to allow the input, but that would likely screw with the math somewhere else. If this was just a one-time answer she could probably throw a new loop in with this data accounting for it elsewhere, but that would only work if this was a one-time answer. Maybe she could split the difference and work a...

"Tammy, why aren't you working?"

She practically fell out of her chair. Not in any kind of a flailing comic way, but because she'd leaned so far back that when she was startled out of her thoughts, she almost overbalanced. ... Okay, it was comic. To anyone else. But especially not Tammy, and not in that moment. "Wha?"

It was her boss, and he had an annoyed look on his face. "Tammy, you're staring off into space. Come on. I know that it's Monday morning but we've got over a dozen bugs to get worked out."

She shook her head, scowling. Setting the coffee down on her desk, then turning to face him in the entrance to her cubicle, she said, "I was thinking about one of the bugs and how to fix it."

He gave the kind of grunt that every boss who's convinced that employees only slack off unless the whip is cracked gives when they see someone not actively pushing their proverbial broom. "HR kicked your performance review back."

Tammy blinked at that, and shook her head again. "Sorry. Mind's kind of catching up right now. Why'd they kick it back?"

He gave a dramatic sigh. "I actually forgot to do a couple of things, so it's on me. I wanted to be courteous of your time, I knew that you had a hot date and you weren't held up for it."

"Ah," was all she said. And she almost added that she knew that he'd been just as hot to get out of there so that he could go to his own date, but that would be neither productive nor helpful. "You want to head to your office so we can do that?"

He nodded, and motioned for her to follow. "I've got it pulled up on my computer, won't take a minute."

She sighed and picked her coffee cup up. Angry that he was taking her away from her work. Angry that he'd just utterly destroyed all of the focus she'd built up. She had a meeting in 15 minutes which meant that she wasn't going to get anything done in practical terms for another hour and a half at the least. And it wasn't even a meeting that she needed to be in. Angry that he'd failed to do his job completely and then tried to make it sound like he had tried to do her a favor. She shut the door and dropped heavily into the chair after slurping enough down that it wouldn't slosh.

When he started up, what she realized was that he'd forgotten more than 'just a couple things'. Goals for the next year. The company's expectations for the next year (way higher). The lack of a raise (after all, she hadn't exceeded expectations). The news that she probably wasn't getting the promotion (hadn't exceeded expectations). All of them were just further angering her, because the incompetence was showing in just about everything.

"And the last thing," he said after nearly 15 minutes. "I don't want to keep you from your meeting. What is the thing that you're most proud of this past year?"

Maybe it was the question. Maybe it was that it had come on the heels of all the other bad news. Maybe a lot of things. "I'm proud that I made it the entire year without telling anyone in this department to their faces that I am ashamed to have my name associated with anything that's come out of this department, this company, and your leadership."

He had started typing instantly, simply transcribing her words, and it wasn't until he got about halfway through actually seeing what was said that he blinked, then turned to stare at her. "I... I beg your pardon?"

She stood up. "You have my resignation. Good day."

She turned and walked out the door, moving toward her cubicle, where her purse was. She did one quick check of her desk, seeing nothing there that she couldn't live without. Some takeout sauce packages. Some company-issued things. Some file folders that didn't belong to her nor did the contents matter. Pens. Sticky notes.

She did pick up the two joke bundles that she'd brought in for herself and tucked them into her purse; one labeled "WTF MEMO" and the other "PAPER TANTRUM". She tugged her badge off of her shirt and flicked it onto the desk. Her supervisor (now former, of course) was standing at his door, looking at her with absolute panic in his eyes. "Tammy! You can't leave!"

She didn't even acknowledge the words as she walked past the kitchen, tipping her coffee into the sink as she pulled her phone out with her other hand and dialed it.

"Leah, it's Tammy. I know that you probably think that I'm a mega bitch and I totally deserve that, but I accept your company's offer. Would it be too late to get started on an in-doc today?"

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