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that I own you, even here on
the top floor.”
    Tears streamed from her horror struck eyes, but Emily obeyed –
how could she not. Despair smothered her in a doom laden cloak as
she envisaged the scene that was about to be exposed. It wouldn’t
take an encounter with Donald Harper for this man to end Emily’s
career. It would be over in a moment, as soon as the elevator
stopped and those bloody doors opened with their bitchy little
hiss. For in the area directly outside sat a receptionist at her
desk – a right little floosie who loved to chat, and was
particularly friendly with Tessa Clifford – the evil witch who
headed Human Resources and who would then use this information to
gleefully crush Emily Johnson with.
    Through the blur of tears Emily heard Her Master fumbling. The
man rushed to put his cock away as Emily licked the leather of his
boots – a pair of highly polished brogues that looked new and
expensive just like his suit. Then Emily heard a ping followed by
the hiss of doors. Her world had surely come to an end.
    “No! You were wrong, Mrs. Johnson!” exclaimed Emily’s Master
loudly. “It’s not on my shoe, I see it over there. Please, get up –
what must that poor girl behind the reception desk
think!”
    Emily was helped to her feet.
    “Wipe your eyes,” the man whispered before he moved away. He
then bent over and pretended to pick something up from the elevator
floor.
    “Contact lens!” he brightly claimed, addressing the gawping
receptionist. “Darn things are forever popping out – I’ve lost two
already this year. Mrs. Johnson thought she saw it on my shoe and
was kind enough to try and retrieve it. But her eyesight must be as
bad as mine.”
    Emily was given a courteous nod for her supposed kindness then
the man walked away.
    “I’m here to see Mr. Ross,” he told the receptionist. “He’s
expecting me of course.”
    Having taken the advice and quickly dried her eyes before
turning around to step out of the elevator, Emily watched all this
in a state of bewilderment. The receptionist fluttered her
eyelashes, happy to swallow the story, probably happy to swallow a
darn site more the way the brazen hussy was flirting, sticking out
her surgically enhanced tits, hoping to impress Emily’s
Master.
    “It’s the office at the end, to the left then round the
corner,” she purred, following it up with a sensuous lick of her
glossy lips and a flick of her shoulder length hair.
    She was given a filthy grin and a devilish wink for her
efforts. “Thanks gorgeous,” the man said, making the receptionist’s
day. Then he strutted off manfully like a boxer approaching the
ring - two pairs of eyes watching him intently. After a few steps
he turned around, raising his right hand in salute to
Emily.
    “Oh, and thanks again, Mrs. Johnson – it really was most kind
of you to get down on your knees like that. So unusual for a woman
in your position! But then life is full of little surprises. You
just never know what’s going to happen next.”
    A moment later he was gone, having disappeared round the
corner. Blushing, Emily set off in the opposite direction, stunned
that her legs were up to the task.

Chapter 6
    It was only when Emily reached her own office that the
significance hit her – the important meeting Her Master had
mentioned was with none other than Willy Ross, a ruthless Scotsman
who had moved through the company ranks with meteoric speed and was
now the Sales Director. It all fell into place: the new expensive
suit, the shiny shoes, the dash of aftershave, the big break in his
life he was hoping for - it all pointed to one thing. It had to be
an interview.
    Emily mulled this over. It would be one heck of a break if Her
Master managed to swing it. Salesmen were the golden boys of the
company – the silver-tongued rogues who brought in the big ticket
deals that generated the wealth to line shareholder’s pockets, and
who got rewarded for success with ludicrous amounts of commission