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to a dip in
another company's line. There was no name, just the acronym
SBU.
I looked at the timeline across the bottom.
"Um ... three months ago they had a similar dip and then came out
of it?"
He frowned at me.
"Sir," I added quickly, my pulse speeding
up.
"That was them admitting their solar
technology wasn't as good as they claimed and this is us admitting
the same thing but for different reasons."
He turned the screen back around to face him
and then looked at me. Even just sitting there in his chair he was
young and vital. He was strong and he moved silently.
I looked down at my notepad and readied my
pen, as though I was about to write something down. I couldn't hold
his gaze. Already I felt my sex heating against his chair just
being near him. I felt like his scent infused the room and
saturated me.
"Look at me, Delilah," he said, his voice
commanding.
I swallowed and looked up into his eyes.
"You're going to be given access to our
systems as though you were me .
Do you understand? I need you to follow my instructions precisely
and without error. You are going to have access to a lot of
sensitive material and I need to know that I can trust you. Can I
trust you?"
I suddenly felt see-through as though I was
made of glass. My blouse was sheer white and I knew he could see my
black bra beneath it. I wished I was covered in a suit of armor
rather than having him sitting in front of me asking I he could
trust me.
"You can trust me, Sir." I said, feeling the
lie slip over my tongue like it was made of lead.
"Good. Now go back to your desk, I have work
to do."
With a wave of his hand he dismissed me and
started typing on his keyboard. I stood up and walked out. In the
polished surfaces in his office on the way out there were about six
different views of Mr. Stone. In none of them did he look up at me
walking out. With a sinking heart I left his office, the heavy
doors closing behind me.
I sat down at my desk and saw I had two new
emails. The first was from Ms. Green telling me my security access
had been upgraded to the top level. I now had access to every
single part of Stone-Black. It came with three pages of various
warnings about misusing information which I skipped over. I saw
that it had been sent at 4:32pm. They'd upgraded my security rating
before Mr. Stone had even asked me if I could be trusted?
The second email was from Mr. Stone and the
timestamp showed it arrived a minute ago. There was no subject
line.
You will hand-write "I will not be late" one
hundred times and bring it to me at 5pm. Do not be late.
Lines? He had given me lines?
Even as I felt myself rebelling
- maybe I'll make a spelling mistake. Maybe
I'll take it in at 5:01 - I pulled out my yellow pad
and started writing.
I will not be late.
I will not be late.
I will not be late.
*
At five on the dot I rapped on the door and
waited for Mr. Stone to call me in.
And waited.
And waited.
I stood there for five minutes before I
decided to push open the door. Mr. Stone sat behind his giant
polished desk glaring at me with his blue-green eyes.
"I have what you want. Sir," I said and waved
the yellow legal pad.
He seemed to snap out of a trance then and
his features softened.
"Come here," he commanded.
I walked in, making sure to keep my eye on
where I was going. No way was I going to trip over on the rug in
front of him again. Even so, I was slinking just a little and
swaying my hips. If this was any other man I'd fallen for at work
I'd be flirting with him in the break room, finding excuses to be
around him, touching him lightly on the arm and smiling, brushing
my breasts against him oh so accidentally...
He held out his hand for the pad. I handed it
over and he looked through the pages. He was actually reading the
lines and counting them!
"Next time put a number at the beginning of
each line," he said and handed the pad back.
Next time? He
was going to be assigning me lines again rather than punishing me
the way he had, the
another company's line. There was no name, just the acronym
SBU.
I looked at the timeline across the bottom.
"Um ... three months ago they had a similar dip and then came out
of it?"
He frowned at me.
"Sir," I added quickly, my pulse speeding
up.
"That was them admitting their solar
technology wasn't as good as they claimed and this is us admitting
the same thing but for different reasons."
He turned the screen back around to face him
and then looked at me. Even just sitting there in his chair he was
young and vital. He was strong and he moved silently.
I looked down at my notepad and readied my
pen, as though I was about to write something down. I couldn't hold
his gaze. Already I felt my sex heating against his chair just
being near him. I felt like his scent infused the room and
saturated me.
"Look at me, Delilah," he said, his voice
commanding.
I swallowed and looked up into his eyes.
"You're going to be given access to our
systems as though you were me .
Do you understand? I need you to follow my instructions precisely
and without error. You are going to have access to a lot of
sensitive material and I need to know that I can trust you. Can I
trust you?"
I suddenly felt see-through as though I was
made of glass. My blouse was sheer white and I knew he could see my
black bra beneath it. I wished I was covered in a suit of armor
rather than having him sitting in front of me asking I he could
trust me.
"You can trust me, Sir." I said, feeling the
lie slip over my tongue like it was made of lead.
"Good. Now go back to your desk, I have work
to do."
With a wave of his hand he dismissed me and
started typing on his keyboard. I stood up and walked out. In the
polished surfaces in his office on the way out there were about six
different views of Mr. Stone. In none of them did he look up at me
walking out. With a sinking heart I left his office, the heavy
doors closing behind me.
I sat down at my desk and saw I had two new
emails. The first was from Ms. Green telling me my security access
had been upgraded to the top level. I now had access to every
single part of Stone-Black. It came with three pages of various
warnings about misusing information which I skipped over. I saw
that it had been sent at 4:32pm. They'd upgraded my security rating
before Mr. Stone had even asked me if I could be trusted?
The second email was from Mr. Stone and the
timestamp showed it arrived a minute ago. There was no subject
line.
You will hand-write "I will not be late" one
hundred times and bring it to me at 5pm. Do not be late.
Lines? He had given me lines?
Even as I felt myself rebelling
- maybe I'll make a spelling mistake. Maybe
I'll take it in at 5:01 - I pulled out my yellow pad
and started writing.
I will not be late.
I will not be late.
I will not be late.
*
At five on the dot I rapped on the door and
waited for Mr. Stone to call me in.
And waited.
And waited.
I stood there for five minutes before I
decided to push open the door. Mr. Stone sat behind his giant
polished desk glaring at me with his blue-green eyes.
"I have what you want. Sir," I said and waved
the yellow legal pad.
He seemed to snap out of a trance then and
his features softened.
"Come here," he commanded.
I walked in, making sure to keep my eye on
where I was going. No way was I going to trip over on the rug in
front of him again. Even so, I was slinking just a little and
swaying my hips. If this was any other man I'd fallen for at work
I'd be flirting with him in the break room, finding excuses to be
around him, touching him lightly on the arm and smiling, brushing
my breasts against him oh so accidentally...
He held out his hand for the pad. I handed it
over and he looked through the pages. He was actually reading the
lines and counting them!
"Next time put a number at the beginning of
each line," he said and handed the pad back.
Next time? He
was going to be assigning me lines again rather than punishing me
the way he had, the
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