If I Had, But I Don’t

“I want to ask you a question… If you had a daughter… And she told you that she was pregnant… How would you respond?”

“I would thank her for confiding in me, and make sure that she understands it is not the end of the world. I would make sure that she feels that I still love her, and knows that as long as I’m alive I’ll be there to support her.”

“I wish you were my father, then.”

If I Had, But I Don’t

Boss’ Daughter – Gail

It is afternoon and I am in my cubicle with a throbbing headache, so I have put my head down on my desk. Two hands begin massaging my neck then slide alongside my ears to work on my temples. I sit up and open my eyes.

Without turning around, I glance over at my coworker who shares the cubicle; he is unsuccessfully pretending that he is not seeing what is taking place.

The hands belong to Gail, the daughter of one of the directors of the company. She is a good-looking, shapely brunette with a large head, and smooth pale skin. Gail asks if her remedial massage is working. It is working, so I thank her. There is a final squeeze of my trapezius muscles, then she smiles and walks away.

I am concerned that word of this interaction will reach her father.

Boss’ Daughter – Gail