I'm sure some of you have seen the films of the devoted secretary, the girl who turns up out of nowhere, and goes to any lengths to get her man and his money. She plots and schemes, and will bring down anyone to get what she believes is hers to take. Even if her boss is married with kids, it is just another obstacle that she must remove to get her man. After all, he is rich and successful, so why shouldn't he have a younger, sexier, and prettier woman on his arm? A woman that understands his needs, more than any wife would ever do. It is just a matter of being there for him. He will eventually realise he loves his secretary, she will see to that.
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My name is Amy, I'm 28, 5'8" tall, with grey/blue eyes, and long brunette hair that I put up for work. I have a pretty face, and I have C-cup breasts and a slim figure. That is all you need to know about me. Where I come from and what I've done doesn't concern you.
So this is my story.
I did some background work on my new boss. He didn't know that he was going to be my new boss, but in 5 weeks I knew more about him than he probably did. He is smart, handsome, and very successful, the best by far of my 5 choices. Yes he will be my ideal husband, he doesn't know it yet, but he will.
I spent a few weeks following his wife, and in that time I found out enough about her to, well, know I could take her place. She would be easy to brush aside, leaving me to move in for my prize.
I was sat in the office watching his secretary; she was efficient, smart, and ready to retire. The four girls, my rivals for the position, didn't concern me, apart from one. She was around my age, and looked more than suitable. I was in luck though. I was due in for the interview before her. I went in and waited to be asked to sit down.
He looked even better up close. He had short brown hair, greying at the temples, and he was slim due to his workouts at the health club. When he stood up and smiled, I grinned back. We shook hands, and he asked me to sit down. He read my file and I took the time to quickly scan round his office. I smiled to myself. All my hard work had been successful.
The interview went well, and he seemed happy with me. My heart lifted as he told me I was the best one for the job so far. I then had a chance to ask him a few questions. I kept them short and sweet. As I stood up I asked about his football pictures. I had spent a few days finding out everything I could about football, and in particular his favourite team. He was impressed with my knowledge, but I didn't over do it. I just let it slip that my father used to take me to see Arsenal when I was a little girl. I rattled off a few names of the players my boss was pictured with. The picture was signed by the players, and he had several more around his office.
"Mr Silver, thank you for seeing me, and I'm sure if given the chance I would like working for you," I said with a smile.
We shook hands again, and he held on perhaps a little longer than he should.
"Would you like me to send the next girl in?"
He smiled a little surprised.
"Yes, please Amy. I should let you know one way or the other this afternoon."
We smiled at each other again. I was quite confident I would get the job, but it wouldn't hurt to blow the opposition away. I watched his secretary go in as I came out. I looked at the last girl and shook my head slightly. She gave me a querying look as she stood up. The tear had trickled down my cheek.
"He groped me, he squeezed my ass," I whispered.
Her mouth dropped open, and she looked back at his door.
"The first thing he asked me was if I was married or had a boyfriend. When we shook hands he, he didn't let go when he should, and he looked straight at my breasts."
"That's terrible," she whispered.
"Yes, I see you are married, but I don't think that would stop him though," I mumbled, as another tear trailed down my cheek.
"God, you ought to report him."
I stopped her advance to the door with my hand, and shook my head.
"Would you mind taking me out of here?"
I watched her look anxiously at the door. She sighed and nodded. We were out of the office before Mr Silver's secretary came back out. Claire and I walked into the street. She kept going on about how I should report him. Until I convinced her it would be his word against mine. I declined the coffee she offered to buy me, and I threw her phone number in a nearby bin as she walked away.
Well I got the job, and for the first few weeks I worked with his secretary before she retired. With her out of the way I could put my plan into operation. I was super efficient, coffee and his mail on his desk at 8.50, a list of calls he had to make, and a smile and a 'god morning' when he came in.
After just two weeks into the job I grinned at hearing him hoot with joy. I carried on typing as he came back out to my office.
"Amy, did you get these?"
"Yes sir, I hope you can use them?"
"But how, I mean these are like gold dust. How did you get tickets for the cup semi final?"
"A friend gave them to me. I thought you would like to take your wife and your sons."
"Kath has never been to a football match in her life," he said with a chuckle.
I smiled at my computer screen.
"Freddie and Joe would love it. I might ask my brother Dylan to go as well."
My smile dropped a little, Harris Silver was supposed to ask me!
"I'll pay you for the tickets. God I don't believe it," he said, tapping the tickets in the palm of his hand.
I snapped my pencil as his office door closed. My boss was still chuckling with delight.
OK, I have had set backs before in my life. This was just a minor one.
I think I watched 5 minutes of the football on the telly. I just couldn't get into a bunch of grown men chasing a ball round a field. Still, I forced myself to watch the highlights later on.
The following week she walked in, his wife I mean. She had been pretty, a few years ago, I could see that. But I could tell by the look in her eye she didn't expect to see a young secretary with a tight top sat in front of her husband's office. I smiled at her and took my glasses off.
"Mrs Silver, I'm Amy, your husband's secretary," I said standing up.
She took my offered hand, eventually. I kept grinning at her, noting how she seemed a little uneasy. She was trying to appear confident but she just couldn't manage it. She had a haggard face that seemed to be in a constant worried expression. Her hair looked messy and her clothes might have fitted her 15 pounds ago!
"Hello," she mumbled.
I kept smiling as she walked to her husband's door. She looked back at me glimpsing at my slim figure. As she went into his office I snapped another pencil, wishing I could stab it in her fat ass!
"Amy, I'm taking my wife to lunch," he said, as they came back through the door 20 minutes later.
"Oh, shall I reschedule your lunch with Mr Ashford?" I asked.
"Jesus, I forgot about that. Kath we'll have to do this some other time."
I watched her face drop.
"Maybe I'll make an appointment with your secretary," she hissed.
I watched her storm off. Her wide hips rolled from side to side. She couldn't even walk in a confident manner. Yes, she would be easy.
"I'll send her some flowers sir," I said.
He nodded looking a little embarrassed, as his disgruntled wife barged past another employee.
