"Hello, uh I'm here about an open secretary position? I saw an ad in the newspaper a few days ago." The girl approached the desk and took out a neatly folded newspaper, placing it on the top of the desk for Greg to view. Greg smiled warmly.
"Hi! You're in the right place! You're actually the first person to show up, if not the only one."
The girl smiles in relief. "I wasn't sure, I figured there would be more people here for the position."
"Well this is a fairly small shop, so I'm not terribly shocked. My name's Greg, by the way." Greg offers his hand forward, covered with the glove.
"Oh, of course! Rachele" the girl says with a friendly smile. She grabs the hand and shakes, but her grip falters midshake. Greg smiles, knowing the spell has officially taken effect. Time to test it out.
"You're a little early and the shop is still open for a few more minutes. Do you mind taking a seat for now?" Greg asks, motioning to one of the chairs by the door. Rachele nods, looking a little shaken, and takes a seat. Is it just nerves or is the spell making her feel ill? Oh well, just a few minutes until he can experiment further.
Greg looks Rachele over while she waits patiently. She's taller than most girls, just about eye level with Greg, and he can tell she has some nice legs underneath those ripped jeans she wears. Her hair is another significant feature of hers, a vibrant orange that could only come naturally that stretches to the middle of her back. Freckles spread over her nose, only enough to be noticed. Beyond these, her features were fairly plain; B-cup breasts, a supple ass, and a naturally curious face.
Greg looks at his cell for the time and notes that it's 5pm. With a leisurely stretch, he walks over to the door and flips the sign to closed. Time to have some fun.