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itself an unusual occurrence; he had asked to see her before. She had been to see Chairman Mathews dozens of times with at least two buttons undone on her blouse, a ploy that always worked when she had to deal with difficult men. But this time was different.
    Erica had a reputation for trouble. When you had breasts the size of hers and a pretty smile and gorgeous hair and you liked to laugh, well, people just looked at you. She had found the perfect job for herself as a sports broadcaster and a sports show hostess. The trouble was that Erica enjoyed being looked at off camera as well. She liked it so much that she often wound up in the newspapers, for one reason or other. And she had the unfortunate habit of getting involved with men who liked to tell afterwards, or who were not very discreet. One of these men had taken her to a topless beach, where a photographer had secretly snapped their picture, and the following morning her naked breasts graced the front page of several tabloids in all their glory. Millions of people had gazed at them over milk and cornflakes and jammy toast. Which was why she was a little nervous this time about going to see Chairman Mathews. She was just a bit concerned that, this time, she had gone too far. Not that it was her fault, she told herself as she flicked open one more button on her white blouse, but people never understood that. Naturally, he could not fire her, but she freed one more button just in case. It was the last button she could undo and still sport a professional aura rather than look like a total slut.
    She was very popular, she reminded herself in the mirror just outside the chairman’s door. Men liked her, women envied her, and all that had to be worth something. She wiped a stray blonde curl out of her eye with a manicured finger, and knocked quietly on the double mahogany doors.
    There was no answer.
    She knocked again, and almost immediately one of the doors swung in on silent hinges. No one seemed to be in the suite, with its stunning view of the city below. No one was at the secretary’s desk just outside the chairman’s office. No one was here at the nerve centre of commercial television where the most important phone, the phone that warned of any technical emergencies or news breaking stories, was hung.
    Erica walked up to the desk feeling a little panicked. She had expected to plead for her job, not to be so unimportant as to be stood up.
    â€˜Ah, Erica,’ a voice said from somewhere behind her, and she recognised it as Chairman Mathews’s. Apparently, it had come from a bathroom tucked discretely away between the oak panelling and bookshelves lining the suite’s chestnut walls. As she turned, a section of mock bookcase swung open and revealed her boss with his bald head and his slight paunch contained in a blue shirt that matched his striking eyes. And Erica could not believe her own eyes, because the chairman was on the toilet. But then, as she stared at him in horror, she realised that he was not actually on the toilet, meaning he was not using it for its intended purpose. His shining black trousers were crumpled round his ankles and he was sitting on the lid of the toilet while his secretary, an older woman with her hair gathered up in a bun at the nape of her neck, knelt on the floor before him with his penis buried in her mouth.
    The chairman was being sucked off!
    â€˜Won’t be a minute, Erica,’ he said. ‘Come over here, I’d like you to see something.’
    In a daze, Erica approached the doorway of the tiny bathroom. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth inside her blouse as she walked, but she was scarcely aware of them any more. She paused just outside the doorway as the chairman grabbed hold of his secretary’s head, and guided it into moving more swiftly up and down his erection. ‘You see, Erica... look at me while I’m speaking to you,’ he demanded.
    She looked at him. Now he was caressing