Recession, Re-org, Right-sizing and Romance. "The tips of her breasts were berries that needed to be picked or at least tasted. She might as well have dunked them in Faygo Red Pop and Kool-aid powder. No boy could resist this treat... He flinched. Crap. Part of it was because her scent hit him like the Wind Tunnel at the GM Tech Center. There were intangibles going on here: damn pheromones mixed with Chanel No.5-Million and strawberries. His body sprung into action and he shifted in his chair. Nature didn't play fair." In business and love - timing is everything! Astrid Tulane has made a comfortable life for herself hiding in a 6' x 4' cubicle on Detroit's Westside. But what fun is comfortable? As the office Communications Department (yes, she is the whole department) Astrid is a medium-sized fish in a medium-sized pond and likes it there. Borderline Aspergers, heavy on the OCD, with a Catholic guilt complex on the side, she has cushioned herself in a lockdown life of clinically labeled isolation and control. Will is the prize that every woman in the company wants. Smart, sharp and likable, he stands out in his expensive suits whenever he breezes into the office to do something, well, important. No one really knows what that is exactly. He's just a pleasant diversion. Astrid and Will work on opposing sections of the corporate pie chart. A decade of nasty recessions has left the Detroit branch of Coulter Fine Furniture in trouble. A headcounter (or as the staff calls it, head chopper) is about to rock their neat little world. Who will survive the cuts? MATURE AUDIENCE Erotic/Humor