"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bollocks!" Just turned nineteen, Louise Craven sat back in her seat in the tall office building on Fenchurch Street and swore under her breath. She looked at the message on her PC again and again. "Report to Mrs. Wintergreen's off...
Now she was in her third month as a fully employed secretary, Louise Craven could have kicked herself for finding herself being summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. The young secretary had passed her annual probation despite one or two hiccups alon...
Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At...
London. Summer, 2023. The wall clock read 4.45. Marian smiled to herself as she sat up in her plush chair. The sun had dipped in the sky and the light in her executive office became muted. Shadows played out on the walls as the dwindling rays found the ga...
Jeremy Bates stood straight-backed and imperious as he inhaled through flared nostrils and contemplated his lot. All of six-three, with baby blue eyes and well-groomed hair, he always had an air of faux superiority about him. Well, normally. But, here he...
Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-...
Caroline Portman stood up when Jeremy Bates entered her office on the thirtieth floor of Number Twenty Fenchurch Street. Occupying a prominent site in the heart of the City of London, it is a landmark building that stands apart from the crowd of the City...
London, 2013. The traditional Swiss and European-type finishing schools of yesteryear had long provided young ladies with an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertainment, and lifestyle appreciation. As women transitioned fro...
"Very well, Caroline. I shall help out in any way and EVERY way I can." Marian Wintergreen and Caroline Portman had become fairly good friends during the year, despite a frosty start to their work environment. Mrs. Wintergreen had done well for herself in...
It was a sultry Saturday night in late August and Mrs. Wintergreen struggled to sleep. She was on top of the sheets in the buff as she tossed and turned in a futile attempt to drop off. The forty-one-year-old and her older husband by twenty years slept in...
The spell of hot weather in September 2023 followed a miserable summer in England. With one of the wettest Julys on record, the country had seen the following month bring a mixed bag of sunshine and rain. Now, the heat and nighttime humidity made sleep im...
Mrs. Wintergreen was all too aware of the real threat of industrial or corporate espionage. Corporate espionage is probably not what you think of when you hear the word 'spy.' It's usually not glamorous or physically dangerous. Sometimes, it's as simple a...
Mrs. Wintergreen looked very much like the contemporary businesswoman with her black leather briefcase, smartly tailored navy blue jacket and skirt, and black stockings. At first glance, the tall and slim brunette had an almost severe look about her. But...
"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful st...
