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First day at work

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I stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at myself before I left for my first day of work. I was wearing a black pencil skirt that reached my knee, but it had a split up to my thigh on one side. I paired it with a white button-down blouse and a black blazer. I wanted to look professional but also stylish, and I thought this outfit was the perfect balance.

Well, technically, I had prepared this attire for my first day of work a long time ago; let's say I have been waiting patiently for this day for a very long time. Annabel Joseph, an employee of a big company. I always envisioned this day, except that those visions died a few months ago when it dawned on me that I could never have it.

I added a touch of femininity with a pair of silver earrings and a necklace with a small diamond pendant. I also wore a pair of black pumps with a low heel. I didn't want to wear anything too high, as I didn't want to be uncomfortable all day.

I took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. As much as today scared the snot out of me, I knew within me that I was ready for this. I had been working hard for this moment for weeks, and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it. I grabbed my handbag and headed for the door, feeling like some top-class secret agent.

Just as I opened the front door and walked out, I ran into Mr. Jordan. A smile graced my face, splitting my lips and making the muscles in my cheeks contract.

"Oh, Mr. Jordan, I wasn’t expecting you this morning." I said, holding back the smirk that was eager to be rubbed on his face.

"I made it clear that you had two days to pay your rent; it is Monday, so I have come to throw you out," he said in his mean, crooked voice. "So tell me, Ann, are you ready to move out or willing to make a compromise?"

I chuckled softly and took off my dark shades slowly, like a sophisticated, posh, classy lady. "Mr. Jordan, neither of those options would be necessary because, as it stands, I went to the bank this morning and paid off my debt and rent for the coming months. I have a bank teller here to prove it."

I could see the look of doubt on his face as I dipped my hand into my handbag in search of the teller, and before long, I flipped out the pink paper and handed it to him.

"This better not be a joke, girl." He sounded annoyed as he slowly took it from me.

His eyes glazed over the teller, and he slowly looked up at me. As if not certain that he saw right, he took another glance at the teller, and then he looked up. He was speechless; his mouth was open, but no words came out.

If he wasn’t still my landlord, I really wanted to tell him to his face that he was an ugly pedophile and deserved a life of suffering, but I was saving that for some other time.

"It was nice having you around, Mr. Jordan, but I gotta run," I taunted with a satisfying grin on my face as I took the teller right off his hands and walked past him.

I didn’t look back while walking, but I could tell that he turned around and watched me leave. He must be shocked at how I raised the money in less than his proposed two days. He probably thought I would be ready to spread my legs for him when he returned today.

As I got to the brand new car waiting for me in front of the yard, I got in and then turned to face Mr. Jordan, hitting him with the best smile I could conjure. Shock was written all over his face, and I couldn't help but wonder about the turmoil going through his mind right now.

It is a good thing I learned how to drive back in college, and I also have a driver’s license. There was nothing stopping me; for the first time in my life, everything seemed perfect. And yet someone says money doesn’t bring happiness. Look how my life changed completely in just a weekend! Only money can do this!

**

The receptionist had shown me around the company—at least the places that she believed I needed to know. She informed me that further instructions would come from the boss, but where was he? No one in the office had set eyes on Mr. Blackwood today.

I soon settled into my new office, getting acquainted with the surroundings and the technology. I might have made a little rearrangement as I was allergic to sunflowers and they had those at the desk.

I had not handled such an expensive model of computer in my life, so I took my time to navigate my way through it. I was super excited for the first few hours, but little did I know that my day was about to get dramatic real quick.

The boss had arrived! Mr. Blackwood was not only in office; he had sent for me!

My heart raced as I approached the CEO’s office, which happened to be on the same block and floor as mine. I swallowed hard before knocking on the door.

"Come in," that cold voice instructed from the inside. He sounded nonchalant, and that gave me the usual chills.

I pushed the door open and walked in. He was just taking off his suit jacket when I walked in, and even though he was still fully clothed, I looked away.

"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," I said immediately.

"The name is Maxwell," he replied sharply, taking a seat at his desk. "How are you settling in, Miss Ann?" he asked in a voice devoid of emotion.

My father always said, "Fear the man who hides his feelings behind a poker face, for his capabilities know no bounds." It sounds better in Italian.

"Great, one of the staff showed me the ropes, and I think I have got it under control," I replied, my eyes tracing his large arms up to his chest. Good lord, he was ripped! This man probably hits the gym three times a week, because what is this build?

"Glad to hear that; we have work to do, and I expect you to pick up as soon as possible. I will send the schedule to your email shortly, as well as my activities for the month. I want it properly organized and sent back. You are my assistant, and you know your work description. I expect you to be reliable, or you would be getting replaced in a blink of an eye." He warned.

"Copy that, Sir," I muttered.

He looked up at me and smiled, "Good... You may leave then."

I sighed in relief and turned around, quickly heading to the door. Maybe I rejoiced too early, because as soon as I got to the door, he called my name.

"Wait!" he instructed, and I froze. My heart paced with the speed of light, and I turned around to face him.

Mr. Blackwood dropped the pen in his hand and stood up. He started to walk slowly towards me, and I could tell his eyes were fixed on my exposed thighs—the split in my skirt! Oh no, he cannot be thinking what I think he is thinking! It is too soon!

Was he going to do it here in the office? Is he going to fuck me right here in his office? My heart raced, and I held the wall beside the door, moving back slowly. What should I do?

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