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I stood in front of Mr. Henderson’s mahogany desk, clutching a stack of files like a shield. My crime? I had accidentally redirected the annual budget report to the entire company’s Slack channel instead of just the accounting department. “Amber,” Mr. Henderson said, as he adjusted his silk tie. His eyes were locked on mine. “Do you have any idea how bad this is? I’ve fired people for less!”
I winced. “I thought I was just sharing the link to the sign-in spreadsheet, sir. It was a slip of the touchpad…an honest mistake!” He leaned back, as his chair creaked ominously. “A slip. Right. You’ve been a liability lately, Amber. I should let you go.” My stomach did a slow, painful somersault. I had a car payment, an apartment, and an absolute inability to function in any other work environment. I needed to fix this. Fast.
I’ve fired people for less!
“Mr. Henderson,” I started, while trying to show him a look of intense, professional sincerity. “I know I’ve been…um, clumsy. But surely there’s a way to rectify this? A way to prove my dedication to the company?”
He raised an eyebrow, as a flicker of something unreadable crossed his face. He stood up, slowly walking around the desk until he was looming over me. The air in the office suddenly felt very thin. “Dedication is a strong word, Amber,” he murmured. “How far does that dedication go?”
I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to tell a joke to break the tension. This was it. The ultimate corporate power move. I reached into my bag and pulled out the small, velvet-lined box I’d been keeping for a ‘critical emergency.’ “I happen to know your day has been stressful, sir,” I said, opening the box to reveal a high-end, hand-crafted chocolate truffle from that impossible-to-get-into bakery downtown. “And I know how much you value good performance…what if I were to, let’s say, show you just how important it is to me to ensure your afternoon, and my employment, remain pleasant?”
He stared at the chocolate. His stern facade cracked, and he sighed. I could see the tension leaving his shoulders. He plucked the truffle from the box, closing his eyes as he took a bite. Just then, I took it upon myself to drop to my knees in front of him and unzip his pants. Mr. Henderson’s cock was already hard, as I pulled it out and admired it. Before long, I was deep throating him as he released a load of hot cum down into my belly.
“You’re a fucking menace, Amber,” he said, wiping a smudge of cocoa from his lip with a satisfied grin. “Get back to your desk.”
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