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Celebrate your success by getting drunker and higher than you ever been while in the office. Post the aftermath on OnlyFans

The elevator closes and Diane is still in the hallway and Lena is still in the chair and the numbers answered everything and Henderson said keep doing what you're doing and the branch is number one and the morning is over and the afternoon is here and something needs to happen. Lena stands and the chair rolls back and the belly shifts and the body is warm and the office is warm and the door locks and she reaches for the drawer.

The drawer has everything. A bottle of whiskey she bought two weeks ago and never opened. A pre-roll from the dispensary. A bag of edibles — 50 mg gummies, three of them. A second bottle of wine, red, cheap, already half gone from last week. She lines them up on the desk beside the reports and the screen and the clean surface and the clean surface doesn't stay clean. The whiskey opens first. The cap twists off and the smell rises and she drinks from the bottle and the burn is good and the belly is warm and the gummies go down — one, two, three, 150 milligrams — and the pre-roll is lit and the smoke fills the office and the smoke alarm doesn't go off because she disabled it in September and the window is cracked and the afternoon light is gold and the whiskey is half gone by one.

The edibles hit at 1:40. She knows because the clock is on the screen and the numbers change and then the room changes. The ceiling is higher. The carpet is softer. The belly is warmer. The world is slower and thicker and the whiskey is gone and the wine is open and the wine is red and cheap and she drinks it from the bottle and the pre-roll is cashed and she lights another and the office is smoke and warmth and the body is 411 pounds and the body is heavy and the heavy is good and the carpet is where she ends up — on the floor, the back against the wall, the belly spreading on the stained carpet, the breasts heavy on the belly, the phone in her hand and the screen bright and the room spinning slow.

She takes the photo from the floor. The angle is up — the belly rising like a landscape, the breasts above it, the arms thick, the yellow nails curled around the wine bottle, the office behind her, the wrappers and the smoke and the screen glowing with the numbers that impressed Henderson. The OnlyFans app is open and she posts it and types: "Henderson came. Henderson saw. Henderson said keep doing what you're doing. 411 pounds. Drunker than I've ever been at work. Higher than I've ever been anywhere. The numbers still beat everyone." She posts it and the phone falls on the belly and the belly holds it and the room spins slow and the carpet is warm and the office is hers.

The notifications start while she's still on the floor. The phone buzzes against the belly — once, twice, constant — and she doesn't check. The room is gold and the smoke is thick and the wine is gone and the body is heavy and the afternoon is long and the wish hums underneath everything. Somewhere down the hall Diane is at her own desk and the numbers are filed and the branch is number one and Henderson is on a train or a highway and the words are still in the air. Keep doing what you're doing. Lena laughs and the laugh is slow and deep and the belly shakes and the phone buzzes and the office holds her and the afternoon rides.