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The red ink on the quarterly audit report glared at me like an accusation. I really fucked up the company’s accounting, which made it look like we were laundering money. Wonderful. I heard footsteps as Mr. Sterling, the firm’s CEO, walked into my cubicle. His shadow seemed to engulf my entire desk. “Amber,” he said, as his voice dropped an octave. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
I swallowed hard. My palms were sweating. “I…I thought it was a rounding error?” The look on his face assured me he was not in the mood for forgiveness. “It’s a disaster,” he sighed, as he dropped a heavy folder onto my desk. “I suppose I have no choice but to let you go. HR is finalizing the paperwork as we speak.” Let me go? My rent was due in three days! Panic surged through me. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.
I really fucked up at work today
“Wait,” I blurted out, as my heartbeat thumped in my throat. I looked up at him, flashing what I hoped was a look of desperate, professional devotion. “Is there…anything else I can do to show my commitment to the firm? Perhaps a more…um, hands-on approach to rectify the situation?”
Sterling paused. He adjusted his glasses. His eyes lingering on the closed door of my cubicle. “I’m listening, Amber.” I stood up, smoothing my skirt with my shaking hands, then reached down and pulled an ultra-premium, high-speed, battery-operated handheld massager out of my purse.
I held it up, buzzing it against the air. Sterling blinked, as his serious expression faltered into a look of surprise. “What’s that for?” he asked, more like a statement than a question. “Watch,” I replied, stepping toward him while the vibrating device hummed in my grip. “I’m very dedicated to keeping my position.”
He looked at the device, then at me, then at the HR paperwork pile. With a slow, reluctant nod, he turned around and braced himself against my desk. “This massager sounds fun, but you’d better fuck me like your life depends on it,” he commanded. “And if you stick a finger in my ass to make me cum, your job is safe.” I nodded, as I reached forward and unzipped his pants.
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