My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
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Mr. Larkin the general manager of the companies, west coast division was annoyed. Normally his was a quiet and orderly department, everyone doing their jobs with little fuss or bother but the last two weeks had been a buzz with whisperings and suppressed giggles and then this morning an outright shouting match between one of his employees and her assistant had upset the entire office.
Susan Blake his department head had explained that one of her assistants had been a little out of sorts and they had a disagreement over a proposal, but that everything was fine now. Mr. Larkin decided that he better investigate a little more and had called the assistant in to his office. He sat behind his big oak desk as Janice Newly was brought in by his secretary, no executive assistant; he must remember that they were no longer secretaries but the more politically correct title.
Janice was a pretty woman, dressed nicely if a bit too provocatively for the office. She wore a thin white blouse with a black suit coat and a black skirt just above the knees. When she sat down he noticed that the skirt was slit up the side and offered a glimpse of her nylon covered thighs and the garter belt that held them up.
"Now Ms. Newly," he began.
"Miss, sir. Just Miss." Janice interrupted him.
"Ahh, humph. Yes." Mr. Larkin stumbled and began again. "Miss Newly, I understand we had a little disagreement this morning with Ms. Blake."
"No disagreement sir. I flat told her to quit stealing my proposals and passing them on as her own. Sir." Janice sat up straighter in her chair which thrust her rather nice bosom directly at Larkin.
"Ah hum, I see." Larkin stuttered. "You think Ms. Blake is not giving you credit for the work you put into your departments proposals. Is that it?"
"No sir. I am saying that she takes my ideas, my complete proposals and has them submitted as though she came up with them herself and we in the department simply wrote them up. Sir."
"The Johnson / Twillinger proposal was all mine, as was the Bentley account. If you don't believe me sir, check my laptop. I keep a record of each one I forward and the dates. You'll see that she has nothing on her computer before I submit each one then suddenly she orders all sorts of research from others in our group and then submits my work as hers." Janice looked down at her lap. "Sir."
Mr. Larkin stood up suddenly. "Stay here." He left the room and closed the door behind him.
Janice looked around the office; she had never been in his office before. Janice had never caused as much as a ripple at the company in the seven years she worked here. Now thanks to Charlie making her dress in ways she never had and do things she never had the courage too do before, suddenly here she was in the boss's office and obviously in trouble.
She waited for what seemed forever and do to her nerves began to sweat in the warm still office. She removed her suit jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. Still it seemed as if he had been gone a long time and Janice got up to look at some of the art work on the office walls. Then she began to examine the books in Mr. Larkin's glass covered bookshelves.
