Haitian Love Stories Ch. 06

"Jake, stop looking at my ass and do your fucking job," Nadia Chaouni said, smiling and shaking her head. The young Moroccan Muslim woman rolled her eyes as her favorite co-worker, a certain six-foot-tall, dark and handsome Haitian, continued to gawk. Jacob Duchene leaned back in his chair, and continued to ogle his supervisor Nadia. The lady was mighty fine, and her Yoga pants seemed to have been painted on. Can Jacob really be blamed for, ahem, booty gawking? It was a rather quiet day at the Lisgar Call Center in downtown Ottawa. Winter had come to provincial Ontario, and everyone was frosty, reflecting the weather outside. There are hundreds of call center operators occupying five floors of the mid-sized building, with Canadian government workers taking the two topmost floors. Today, the phones were dead, with hardly any callers, and people were a bit more relaxed than usual. "Desole, mademoiselle, I was daydreaming," Jacob said with utmost insincerity, and Nora...