Eight

"Sir, It's Joanne. Your secretary" Joanne mumbled. The way she said that made her think of herself as property. She looked if anyone was around before she lifted her skirt and weaved her hands around her blue panty liners, already absorbing her soaking juices. She was so turned on.

Yes, she was property.

"Yes, I know who this is. Jean already called me in front of you. Or Did you forget?"

"Ahh, I see."

"This better be imporant."

She had started to panic. Her excuse and little white lie at the office would not work here now, while he was waiting for something concrete. If she said something stupid, it might actually end her employment for good.

"Ummm...Well you see-"

"........."

"Your chair-"

"My chair?!"

"You were not in the office today, Sir."

"Incredible powers of observation you have there."

"No, I meant, there was someone in your office today. Mr Tracy, Sir."

"Brian?" he asked.

"Yes. I met him just after closing sitting in your chair. I questioned him about it"

McAllister didn'