Knew how to fuck me
I didn’t hire Bao and probably wouldn’t have if I were a manager, as she’s a very mousy lady who doesn’t say much and is very shy.
It was particularly bothersome because most of our work takes place at night, which made me stay awake by drinking coffee and chatting with my work colleague.
The woman before Bao was a funny, plump lady who used to give me handjobs in the breaks. I was gutted to see her go, but Bao was cuter, a slim Asian girl with a tasty ass. I had high hopes, yet her inability to communicate left me in a situation of isolation.
Each time I tried to talk to Bao, I saw anxiety flash through her eyes. It was becoming annoying as I had to work with her through some tricky problems which needed instantaneousness responses.
Bao communicated through emails and messaging.
Most of the time she was silent, and I thought she was ignoring me. It got to the point where I started to think that she was just being plain rude to me.
“I sometimes wonder what’s going on in your head?” I said out of frustration.
“I just do my work,” she replied meekly.
“Well, that’s the problem. I’m finding it hard to work with you.”
