A COMPANY OR STRIP CLUB?

COMPANY OR STRIP CLUB?

Finn's hands clenched beside him, and his eyes glared at the guy before him. He desperately wanted to throw a punch at this guy's nose, but something was holding him back.

He was in the company, and he couldn't ruin the reputation he was building for himself, however, he was never going to be weak in front of this guy.

"I said stand up." His voice was a little bit loud.

The guy, whose name was Caleb, stood up and pushed Finn's chest, "Do you think you're a somebody because you are the latest secretary to the boss and you're cute?"

Finn did not fall from the push, he only staggered and held himself up. He sighed with his face facing the floor, and pushed his glasses to their place.

Finn was made to go to his seat, but he was pushed to the table, and Caleb raised his fist to punch him. Luckily for Caleb, he was prevented by another guy, who got hold of his hand firmly.

"Better look for a well-paying job like this before you get into a fight in the company, Caleb. Otherwise, if the boss blacklist you, you will end up on the street." The guy said to Caleb.

Caleb pushed him off, "Get off, Matt, you don't have to remind me about the shitty rules. I am the boss's first secretary, she likes me most."

"Nobody argues that with you." The guy said to Caleb, "But that doesn't mean she can't dislike you."

Caleb slammed his feet on the floor and stormed away to his table.

Finn smiled at Matt, "Thank you."

"Avoid Caleb," Matt warned him and Finn nodded.

Finn took his seat and opened the box he was given. He began to check what was inside it. He found his office tag and ID card, then, some files.

Finn did not understand what the files were. He looked around to see whether anyone would look at him, so that he could ask about the files, but nobody did. Everyone was minding their business.

An announcement echoed around the floor, getting everyone's attention. "Finn Gleet, report to the Chairwoman's office with your files!"

He quickly wore the office tag around his neck and carried the files. He headed for the exit. He was looking straight at the exit, therefore, he did not see Caleb stretching his leg on his path. He stumbled on the leg and fell on the floor.

Caleb laughed at him, "You are blind even with your four eyes."

Finn stood up from the floor and said to Caleb, "I was not looking at the ground, I'm sorry I stumbled on your feet."

"What? He was wronged and said his apologies. Is he a fool?" Other secretaries gasped.

"What would he have done? I'm the boss here among you all, I'm the number 1," Caleb said, feeling like a king.

Finn sighed and left with the files.

The Chairwoman's office could not be mistaken or overlooked by Finn. He needed no direction to locate the place, and he surely saw it when he walked the hallway. He knocked at the door.

"Come in." A voice replied to him from inside, and the door snapped unlock for him.

He pushed it open and slowly entered the office with his head bowed. He closed the door behind him.

He turned his back to the door and said without raising his head, "You called for me, ma'am."

"Don't stand by the door, you're not a doorman," Claire said to him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

He moved forward and was careful not to walk into anything. He raised his head to see whether he was closer enough, but instead froze in his spot.

Claire was not in the office alone. She was with two doctors in white lab coats, and the two guys who had followed her earlier were also with her.

Claire had her butt resting on her table, and her hands were folded on each other, her face was smiley, and when Finn locked eyes with her, she smirked at him, "We meet again, nice ass."

Finn's face flushed pink, and he quickly took his gaze away from her with his fingers fidgeting with each other. "I'm sorry for earlier."

"It's fine."

One of the doctors moved closer to Finn and pointed to a side of the sofa in the office, "Sit down here, Mr Gleet."

Finn sat down without any questioning. He pulled his legs together, and his hands rested on the files, which he placed on his lap. This time, he did not look away chickenly from the people in the office, he had his innocent eyes on the doctor in front of him.

The doctor took the files from him and turned to Claire, "Do you want us to go on with the normal test, Chairwoman? Or do you want something different?"

Claire stood from her table and moved closer to where Finn was sitting, "I want something different."

"How different, Chairwoman?"

She looked at one of her guys in the room and looked away. Like that, a chair was brought for her, and she sat down opposite Finn with her legs crossed on each other.

"He looks good, cute and innocent, just the way I like it, but I have to try every part too, no one has been able to satisfy me." She said shamelessly to the doctor.

"Command me on what to do, Chairwoman, and I'll do it." The doctor said to her.

Claire looked at Finn and smiled at him, "Have you taken a girl to bed before?"

Finn's eyes ran to his lap immediately, and his ears turned deep red. "Is this the interview I was supposed to come for, ma'am?" He asked silently.

He doubted that he would be heard, but he was.

Before he could make a move, his hair was yanked backward, and a metallic object was pressing into his neck. "No one is allowed to question the boss." The guy holding him said to him coldly.

"I'm sorry." Finn quickly apologised.

"Hey, chill out. Don't scare him." Claire said to the guy, and Finn was released.

Finn rearranged his hair and looked at Claire, 'She's kind.' He said in his heart.

Claire relaxed in her seat and smiled at Finn again, "Answer my question."

"Yes, ma'am. I have taken a girl to bed before."

"How many?"

"Like five of them."

"Five? Aren't you too young to have taken five?" She asked him.

"I don't think so, ma'am. I will be 40 years old in a few weeks."

Claire gasped, "40 years? What the hell? How the fuck do you manage to be this young even at 40?"

Finn pulled his hand to his neck and massaged it shyly, he had no answer to the question.

"And how do you manage to take just five girls to bed while I, at 27, have lost count?"

Finn had no answer to Claire's question again.

"Tell me, are you impotent?"

"No, ma'am. My dick works fine."

"Strip, let me see it."