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There were plenty of girls out there who were dying to fuck their boss, Gretchen wanted the senior managers and directors, and you only became their secretary if you were good. During her first week on the job she fucked the copy room guy on the photocopier, the mailroom guy on a pile of outgoing mail, the security guard in front of his wall of TV-screens (one of which showed the two of them, she made sure he gave her the tape) and the janitor in the basement. By Friday she was feeling a little bit sore so she lured the HR manager's assistant and the payroll clerk to an empty conference room for some afternoon lesbian fun. She was only a week into her job and already she knew all the key peo

He maintained his quiet stance and took his food until a female employee came up to him. “You must be the new Secretary who embarrassed Miss Evelyn.” “Umm..yes… “I am the HR manager.” She cut in secretly as she stretched her hand forward and Luca took it reluctantly. “You should come to our table, the others have been talking about you non-stop on the group chat.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked Hellena up and down with obvious disdain. "I'm honestly curious," Mita chimed in, a tall, slender woman with heavy makeup. "Why has Mr. Kael kept her around for five years? Secretaries to CEOs at other securities firms are usually models or former beauty pageant finalists. At the very least, they're pleasant to look at during meetings, not someone who takes up an entire seat like she does."

The unfaithful bastard was having sex with his secretary during office hours. "Mr Donatelli." She called. Dragging her short tight skirt down, like it could make up for the fact that I sat here for the last 15 minutes listening to her have sex with my father. She had the guts to appear embarrassed, her cheeks staining red in what I assumed was a blush.

Helen told her. All of it — Vivian at the door, Lyla beside her, the conversation that had been designed to sound like concern and functioned like a series of very precise cuts. The resignation. The compensation. The *find someone actually available*. The *scandals destroy careers*. The *secretary who slept with her married boss* delivered in Lyla's warm, regretful voice as though she were simply describing a reality Helen had somehow failed to anticipate. When she finished, Linda was sitting very still.

They sat on the balcony, the ocean breeze cooling their skin as they talked for over an hour about life — jobs, relationships, dreams, and the thrill of forbidden desires. Sophia talked about her fitness clients and the secret affairs she’d had with married women. Mia shared stories from her yoga retreats, where boundaries blurred in the heat of the moment. Lila laughed about her bold conquests, her confidence making Leena blush. Ava listened, adding her own stories about the weekend with Leena, her voice low and teasing. The conversation flowed easily, the women bonding over shared secrets and desires. Lena felt included, the talk making her wet with anticipation. They talked about everythi

she squirmed. “Huh?” She responded. “He’s barely been here for minutes, and the news already have something to say about him.” I needed to take my mind off the fact that I slept with my new boss, so I gave Savannah the attention I could manage. “What do they have to say about him?” Her next words were like a punch to my throat. “The blogs say that he’s a male mistress. It made freaking headlines, Lynn,” Savannah said, throwing her head back in a low cackle.

Stella had just put down her bag and was about to sit, when the head secretary of the secretarial office, come over and put down the stack of documents on her table. After she finished speaking, without asking for her consent she left. "Hey! Stella." Sitting next to Stella's desk, someone patted her shoulder and said, "Stella I heard that you have an affair with the President, Is that true?" The woman with heavy makeup, sitting next to her table asked. She was like a representative sent by the secretarial department because as soon as she asked, everyone in the department looked at her. It seemed that everyone wanted to know. They all come over and gather around her.

" Concerning what you all heard the previous day, I want to clear your doubts. Camilla Dickson used to be my secretary and an employee of this company. I won't deny that I had some intimate moments with her, but in what circumstances did it happen? She was a worthless waitress who sells her body to sustain herself and her family in addition to the meagre salary she earns. She was actually can whore, a prostitute which I picked up from the more and polished to be my sex slave. She was my puppet unused to satisfy my sexual desires and wants. I guess the intimacy made her find a way of discovering a little about my privacy and she used it against me. It was an intimacy of duty not based on love

“Answer my questions and try not to anger me even further, okay?” He gulps and nods quickly. “I..I didn’t know h..how Sir”. His fingers curl into the bedsheet and tighten. “You didn’t know how to tell me that one of my employees was a sexual degenerate?”. I can see him struggling to put the words together. “Or that you already had a credible witness to back up your claims?”. Finally, I will see into the head of this secretary who always skirts the edge of my anger. This goddamn omega.