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Aurora’s pov

His abdominal muscles fed my eyes, I took my time to survey his body. He looked like he was going to be 6 inches tall. Men with good figures have good faces, they say. I trust that he is handsome.

I set the camera to my lower body. He sent a message. “I want to see your full body, not just the part you showed me.”

I reset the camera to a position where he would have a great view of my body.

To spice things up,  I rubbed my nipples through my bra in a circular motion, giving my breast a gentle squeeze.

I brought one of my boobs from my bra and I looked at my employer since I couldn’t see his face. The picture of my boss at work, Alex showed on his face. I stopped what I was doing in disgust.

I forced the image of his face out of my head. A message from the employer popped on the screen. “Continue, don’t be distracted.”

My nipples hardened in the anticipation that he wanted to keep going. I moved my hand to my right boob and gave it a rough squeeze. A loud moan escaped from my mouth. I pinched my nipples, I rubbed my thighs together.

“Keep your thighs open,” Another message popped on the screen. I did as he wanted and I followed his instruction till his time was up.

“Darling, I hope I did a good job. Are you content?” I asked him as I threw my baggy top on.

“Satisfied.” His messages are usually short, he seems like he doesn’t like to talk much, and all he did was send texts to me. He hung up and I got a credit alert of $1000 immediately.

I checked the time. Shit! It is so late. I went straight to bed.

I woke up later than usual. I skipped my breakfast and took a taxi to the office. It was too late to take a bus. Taking a bus will take up to 35 minutes plus I will walk to the bus stop and walk from the bus stop to the office and a taxi will take just 15 minutes and I won’t have to walk at all.

Missing a day at work is missing $100 out of my salary. A hundred dollar bill still matters to someone like me.

I rushed into the office after the taxi driver dropped me in front of the office. Alexander was throwing his usual tantrums. I wonder what triggered it this time. I checked the huge wall clock in the office. I was ten minutes late. Holy moly.

“You called these proposals? If you were a client, would you accept this piece of shit you presented as a proposal? If this was how proposals were being written, would this company have made it to where it is?” He shouted.

I wonder how this man has never lost his voice from shouting. He screams at the top of his lungs every day. He can’t go a day without throwing insults at anyone. Cocky bastard.

“Most of you are used to being paupers, do you think picking up rubbish from the street will earn you more money than you do here? I am tired of telling you the same thing every damn time. Would you accept this if an employee does this trashy proposal in your own establishments if you ever have one? The last time we had an Italian client over, your team prepared the proposal in English only, and you almost embarrassed me. What would you have done if I couldn’t speak the Italian language? If you are not capable, kindly resign. So many people are willing to work here. You guys earn the most in the industry but you offer the least quality of Job.”

I didn’t dare go in at that moment, I just hid in a corner waiting for him to finish throwing his tantrums so he wouldn't pass his aggression onto me.

“Aurora.” One of my colleagues tapped me as I was peeping through the blinds

“Yeah? Good morning.” I greeted her.

“Good morning, don’t you think they need help?” she lamented.

“They do.” I agreed with her. “I wonder what he ate before he came to work this morning.”

“He probably woke up on the wrong side of his bed today. Please help them.” She fretted

“Me, why? How can I help them?” I deplored. She looked me in the eye and blinked twice. “Nah. No way. There is no way I am going in. Not today please.” I shook my head.

“Aurora, please do them, you are the only one that can comfort and calm the boss down, please go in there. We all know that you are the most tolerant in the company. I am sure the vice president will appreciate your effort. I am begging you, please.”

“This is difficult and you know it. I will go in.” I folded, not only because my colleague appealed to me but because Alexander was still yelling. I was beginning to have some headaches. I dropped my bag on the table and I went into the kitchenette to make him some coffee.

After preparing the coffee to his taste. I took it to his office.

“Good morning sir,” I chimed in with a bright smile on my face. “This is a cup of coffee to soothe your throat this morning. I hope you enjoy it.”

The vice presidents threw thumbs up at me.

“What is so good about the morning Aurora? You walked into the atmosphere and you could not read the room. I thought you being mindless was made, I now know you were born mindless,”

“You are right sir. I am sorry for not thinking before I came in, I just  thought you would need some coffee.”

There is no insult I haven’t heard from Alexander about my brain or the way I think. One time he legitly asked to get treatment at the hospital. I thought it was a general checkup but it turned out to be a CT scan.

I later found out that he suggested to the doctor to run a check-up on me to see if I really had cerebral palsy. He also told the doctor that he would cover the insurance if I was really sick.

The doctor told him nothing was wrong with me and he continued to treat me the way he used to.

“You are not beautiful, you have no brains, yet you don’t know the right time to act and talk. Take a look at the way you are dressed, Most secretaries don’t dress like this anymore. Even a granny would not wear your kind of clothes anymore. Don’t you think you will chase away my clients? Please don’t wear these clothes to the office again.”

My cheeks flushed from being embarrassed. He doesn’t even let me have time to shop for new clothes, now he is complaining about what I wear.

“I am sorry, Mr. King. I won’t wear them.”

“What is my schedule outside the office for today?” He asked out of the blue. Shit! I wasn’t done memorizing it.

“Lunch with the European investor at 3 pm, and..” I couldn't complete my statement.

“And what?” He snarled.

“Er... Mr king. I want to get my notepad, I can’t seem to remember the rest of the things on your schedule. I guess you were right about my brain.” I chuckled in fright, knowing I have gotten myself into an endless tunnel of nagging this morning.

“Are you tired of your job, Aurora? Do you know how many people would kill for your job?” He inquired in a cool voice.

“I am not tired sir, I am sorry for forgetting.”

“You keep saying sorry but you never change. You are not sincere with your job. All of you in this company take me for granted. I can replace you with just one call to HR.”

“Please don’t do that, Mr. King. this won’t repeat itself.” the vice president tried to appeal.

“Can you stake your job on what you just said?” he asked and no one replied. “No one is saying anything. You all are ready to make the same mistakes over and over again.”

“I can stake my job.” I volunteered.

“You can’t take responsibility for their mistakes, Aurora. I won’t accept your stake. Let’s go with this. The next mistake that comes from this team will cost every one of their jobs. That is a better idea, Aurora, isn’t it?” he faced me.

“Yes, it is.” I smiled at him, ignoring the side eyes everyone was giving me.

“Where is our next client coming from, Aurora? Or do you need to grab your notepad because your blockhead can’t remember?” He smirked at me.

I wish I could use a knife to scrape that smirk off his face.

“Our next client will be coming in from Germany, his secretary has contacted me and I have booked a hotel according to his taste.”

“How close is the hotel to the location where we will be executing the project? How many mins drive?”

“About an hour or so.”

“Find a closer one to the location, you idiot. There is nothing you can do perfectly.” he faced the Vice President. “I want new proposals on my table, they must be unique, nothing like the trash you presented today, and they must be prepared in all the languages the client can speak.”

“Got it, sir.”

“I don‘t want to hear that you understand me but I want to see it in your actions. Your employment is at stake. Keep that in mind while you are working. You may leave my office. Don’t forget to slam the door on your way out.” he instructed.