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Authors: Emily Cantore
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His email said to be in his office at
precisely 4:30pm and h ere I was counting the minutes,
daring myself to walk in five minutes late.
I looked down at my computer clock.
4:27pm.
I looked up the email, although there
was nothing else to read. He'd written Be
in my office at 4:30pm. Don't be late in the subject
line and left the body blank. Only his signature was
there:
Jackson Stone
CEO
Stone-Black Corporation
The clock ticked over another minute and I
felt the desire to leap up and rush into his office. Although,
according to Ms. Green, the phantom HR manager who I barely saw,
being early was just as bad as being late for Mr. Stone.
Since our encounter last week, I hadn't seen
Mr. Stone even once. I received all my work tasks via email from
Ms. Green and the phone on my desk never rang. I was sure Mr. Stone
was in his office but the doors were so well sound-proofed I
couldn't hear anything through them. I even came into the office
one morning an hour early and found them closed, as though he was
already hard at work. The only proof I saw he even existed was his
BMW sitting in the car park.
It seemed that after he'd bent me over
his desk and spanked me and then used my vibrating bullet on me
that he really did mean it was never going to happen again. A wild
plan had formed in my mind to push him a little - forget to
add Sir when I was answering
him, take down the notes poorly - but I couldn't do that if I never
saw him.
Maybe this is what he did - let himself cross
the line with his assistants and then just freeze them out. They'd
either quit or if they didn't, they'd be fired for some made-up
reason. No matter my forbidden desire for Mr. Stone, I was
determined not to be fired. I only had surface access to
Stone-Black's files and I wasn't stupid enough to start snooping
only a week in but I knew eventually I'd be given some access.
Then to see the look on his face when I
revealed a hidden crime to the press. I imagined his face - angry
at me, furious at being tricked and felt my body respond. The
spanking that would follow-
I screamed as I felt a hand on my shoulder
and jumped up from my chair. Mr. Stone was standing behind me. I
didn't need to imagine his furious face because I was looking right
at it. He was dressed in shades of black and grey with a red pocket
square sticking out of his suit pocket. I caught his eye and then
looked down at my computer clock.
4:31pm.
"Come with me," he said, his voice almost a
whisper. He stalked off back to his office, the heavy mahogany door
swinging shut behind him.
"Stay calm stay calm stay calm," I repeated
to myself as I gathered my yellow legal pad and pen.
With my heart pounding, half hoping he'd
punish me for being a minute late, half hoping he would pull me
close, I adjusted my pencil skirt and walked through the doors.
*
Mr. Stone was sitting behind his giant black
desk, looking at a computer monitor that was set to the side. He
waved his hand at the chair at that sat in front of the desk. I sat
down, noticing that hidden panel hiding the golden bar was so well
disguised as to be invisible.
He turned the screen to face me. It was
showing stock prices of various companies and graphs showing lines
going up and down. Stone-Black was on there, currently in a dip but
slowing rising.
"What do you see?" he asked.
I let out a held breath and read down the
list of names on the side of the screen. So I wasn't going to be
spanked for being a minute late?
There were tech companies, mining companies
and a few food companies. Some of their prices were going up,
others down and others were pretty much a straight line. What was
he asking me about this for? I'm no idiot but the stock market
wasn't my thing. Every time I thought about stocks I got an image
of Scrooge McDuck laughing as he swam in his money bin. The closest
I ever got to real money was that time I found ten bucks on the
bus.
"Stone-Black dipped but is coming back up,
Sir."
"And what about this?" He pointed
precisely 4:30pm and h ere I was counting the minutes,
daring myself to walk in five minutes late.
I looked down at my computer clock.
4:27pm.
I looked up the email, although there
was nothing else to read. He'd written Be
in my office at 4:30pm. Don't be late in the subject
line and left the body blank. Only his signature was
there:
Jackson Stone
CEO
Stone-Black Corporation
The clock ticked over another minute and I
felt the desire to leap up and rush into his office. Although,
according to Ms. Green, the phantom HR manager who I barely saw,
being early was just as bad as being late for Mr. Stone.
Since our encounter last week, I hadn't seen
Mr. Stone even once. I received all my work tasks via email from
Ms. Green and the phone on my desk never rang. I was sure Mr. Stone
was in his office but the doors were so well sound-proofed I
couldn't hear anything through them. I even came into the office
one morning an hour early and found them closed, as though he was
already hard at work. The only proof I saw he even existed was his
BMW sitting in the car park.
It seemed that after he'd bent me over
his desk and spanked me and then used my vibrating bullet on me
that he really did mean it was never going to happen again. A wild
plan had formed in my mind to push him a little - forget to
add Sir when I was answering
him, take down the notes poorly - but I couldn't do that if I never
saw him.
Maybe this is what he did - let himself cross
the line with his assistants and then just freeze them out. They'd
either quit or if they didn't, they'd be fired for some made-up
reason. No matter my forbidden desire for Mr. Stone, I was
determined not to be fired. I only had surface access to
Stone-Black's files and I wasn't stupid enough to start snooping
only a week in but I knew eventually I'd be given some access.
Then to see the look on his face when I
revealed a hidden crime to the press. I imagined his face - angry
at me, furious at being tricked and felt my body respond. The
spanking that would follow-
I screamed as I felt a hand on my shoulder
and jumped up from my chair. Mr. Stone was standing behind me. I
didn't need to imagine his furious face because I was looking right
at it. He was dressed in shades of black and grey with a red pocket
square sticking out of his suit pocket. I caught his eye and then
looked down at my computer clock.
4:31pm.
"Come with me," he said, his voice almost a
whisper. He stalked off back to his office, the heavy mahogany door
swinging shut behind him.
"Stay calm stay calm stay calm," I repeated
to myself as I gathered my yellow legal pad and pen.
With my heart pounding, half hoping he'd
punish me for being a minute late, half hoping he would pull me
close, I adjusted my pencil skirt and walked through the doors.
*
Mr. Stone was sitting behind his giant black
desk, looking at a computer monitor that was set to the side. He
waved his hand at the chair at that sat in front of the desk. I sat
down, noticing that hidden panel hiding the golden bar was so well
disguised as to be invisible.
He turned the screen to face me. It was
showing stock prices of various companies and graphs showing lines
going up and down. Stone-Black was on there, currently in a dip but
slowing rising.
"What do you see?" he asked.
I let out a held breath and read down the
list of names on the side of the screen. So I wasn't going to be
spanked for being a minute late?
There were tech companies, mining companies
and a few food companies. Some of their prices were going up,
others down and others were pretty much a straight line. What was
he asking me about this for? I'm no idiot but the stock market
wasn't my thing. Every time I thought about stocks I got an image
of Scrooge McDuck laughing as he swam in his money bin. The closest
I ever got to real money was that time I found ten bucks on the
bus.
"Stone-Black dipped but is coming back up,
Sir."
"And what about this?" He pointed
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