The Billing Coordinator (fm:one-on-one, 2104 words) | |||
Author: LBO | |||
Added: Jul 04 2000 | Views / Reads: 1738 / 1437 [83%] | Story vote: 7.50 (2 votes) | |
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We had a billing coordinator who did a mediocre job but lasted because of her looks. Carrie was about five foot, six inches and very thin. She was athletic and very slim. Her breasts were small, 34B at best, but she had a very pretty face and the sweetest Texas accent when she wanted to use it to her advantage. As best I could tell her main interests were running and living off daddy's money.I eventually became good friends with Carrie after we had worked on a number of large cases together. We had several complex insurance coverage and recovery matters with multiple layers of insurance placed through different markets, so much of what Carrie did had little to do with actual billing. I frequently would stop by her office, which was an interior office off an internal passage, and work there with her calculating how to distribute money to various underwriters. The interior passage led to the floor's coffee bar and bathrooms, and I eventually started just stopping by to talk to her.
Carrie had gone to an exclusive girls school in Virginia and seemed to be hanging around the law firm to pick up an Mrs. degree. She was intelligent and thoughtful and definitely working below her station as a billing coordinator. We frequently flirted up a storm, but innocently. I never asked her out because she worked for me and I did not want to cause problems. She did not like her office, which was about five by eight feet, with a desk on one side of the door and a file cabinet on the other. She had a standard plastic and metal ...
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