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He started to wrap up the interview with a description of the job she was starting tomorrow. He adjusted the name plate on his desk which read 'Nick Anders, CEO' and said, "We'll start tomorrow at 8. Basically you'll need to answer the phone, keep my schedule up to date, make sure I make my meetings on time, and handle all of my memos. Just stay flexible and try to be proactive. If you see a way to improve a process and make it run more smoothly, do it. I'd rather you try to do something and it not work out right, than ask me for permission for every little thing. Oh, and have a cup of coffee on my desk by 8:30, that's the biggest part of my routine. I drink it black."

He leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his brown hair and adjusting his tie and well-cut blue suit. He gave her a toothy, flirtatious smile and asked, "So, do you have any questions?"
 
Elsa sat stone faced in the interviewee's chair as he detailed the job to her. She was all business, all of the time. She didn't believe in fun in the workplace. She was there to work, not to mess around. Her dark brown hair was pulled back so tight into the bun that when she nodded to him, no hairs even thought of falling out of place. She was well qualified for the job, she figured that was why she got it. She didn't stop to think that her physical appearance would have anything to do with it.

"No sir," she said curtly and stood up. She wore a female-business suit, a black blazer and a black skirt that went to her knees. She, of course, wore panty hose and had short heels on. Her shirt beneath the blazer was a pale pink color but it was beyond modest. She extended her hand and shook with him, no personality evident there at all.

---

Elsa arrived at the office at 7:45am. She was let in by the security guard and took the elevator up the several floors to the Anders floor. She set her purse down at her desk, logged in to the computer with her new password, and then began to work. It was 8:20 before she realized that she was supposed to have coffee for him. She went to the lounge and made the coffee almost robotically, not putting much effort into making it perfect. She set the coffee down at his desk and then went back to hers.

Her clothing was just as modest today as it was the day before. She wore another skirt, knee length, and a long-sleeved round neck sweater. Though she was busty, cleavage was not a possibility in this shirt.
 
He walked off the elevators in his usual haze at about 8:30, walking to his office. "Morning... Elsa," he greeted her, just barely remembering her name this morning. He noted her dress, and thought to himself that it seemed he wasn't going to be able to count on a bright secretary to get him started off on the right foot every morning. Perhaps that would change, he reasoned with a smirk.

Walking past her through his door, he set his laptop out and started booting it up. Then he picked up the coffee and took a sip; she could hear the discontented groan from the next room. It was watery and weak, yet still really bitter. What had she done, dumped half of the grounds right into the coffee pot instead of the filter? This was certainly shaping up to be a great day, he thought to himself sarcastically.

He flopped down in his seat and buzzed her through the intercom, "Elsa, have had a chance to look at my schedule for today? Do you know if I've got any meetings?"
 
She rolled her eyes when she heard the groan from the other room. Maybe she'd have to be more careful with the coffee next time. She herself preferred tea. Tea was hard to mess up. Pour hot water, put a tea bag in it, and you're all set to go. With coffee you had to measure water, grounds, make sure it wasn't grainy, blah blah blah. She sighed and pulled up his schedule on her computer. She glanced over it and then pressed the return intercom button.

"You've got three. One at ten, one at one, and one a three. The rest of the day is free." she said to him, her tone bored and uninterested. She needed him to leave her alone so she could get down to the real business of why she was here. She would wait until he went to his 10am meeting, then she'd have at least an hour to work. She needed to go through the last year's financial reports and figure out what she could get without looking suspicious.

She pressed the intercom button again, shutting it off. He could buzz her again, but she'd disconnected him for now. She sighed again and scrolled through the next couple of days schedules in case he asked for them. Secretarial work was boring her already.
 
In the other room, he rolled his eyes at her. "I've run across turnips with more personality," he complained under his breath. Ah well, he'd get her into shape in a week or two. Then he grinned as he thought that it would fun to see what kind of shapes she could twist into as well. He spent the next five minutes considering what she might look like in several more 'fun' outfits before snapping back to work.

He needed to make sure to review these sales numbers before the meeting in an hour. Salespeople always liked to make things sound like they were going great, and if you didn't check their numbers and call them on it, they'd keep on doing that until the company was selling things at a loss and filing for bankruptcy. He shuffled through several papers but wasn't able to find Johnson's projections for this month.

He tapped the intercom again, "Elsa, could you find a copy of Kenneth Johnson's projected numbers for next month and email them to me?"
 
She smiled to herself when he asked her for Kenneth Johnson's projected numbers. She just so happened to be looking at them at that moment. She pressed the intercom button and intoned, "Yeah." before disconnecting again immediately. She scanned over the projections more thoroughly, making sure there was enough time before his ask and her sending to make it look like she'd really looked for them when he'd ask.

She sent off the e-mail and then continued looking through the files. It seemed that the company had a lot of extra money that could be skimmed without making any obvious differences. She began making notes in her secret shorthand about the data, what she needed in total, and where she could get all of it. She had some debts she needed to pay off, that was why she took this job in the first place.

The hour before the meeting seemed to drag on and on and on. She needed to get to work as soon as possible. Once she had all of her notes down she was going to change the records and issue business checks to fake accounts and the rewire the money. She had the rest of the week to get all of the money she needed to the loan sharks she owed.
 
After reading all of his reports, he got out of his chair with a little creak. He picked up his computer and notes and headed out the door. He walked past Elsa's desk and gave her a wink. "Wish me luck," he said sarcastically and headed off down the hall.

...


It was over an hour later when he came back. He was walking with another man who was talking about some woman he had met over the weekend.

"I'm telling you man, she was smoking. She had this tight little dress that made her tits practically pop out," the other guy was saying. As they came around the corner, Nick elbowed him slightly with a boyish grin to shut him up.
"I'll get with you later, Bob, I'd love to hear a better report on that opportunity," Nick answered him.
"Ummm.. yes. I'll fill you in later, Nick." Bob walked off back down the hall, grinned at Elsa, and looked back at Nick thinking that he was a lucky dog to have a secretary like that, though she looked a tad uptight.

Nick smiled at Elsa with a little nod and then walked back into his office.
 
Elsa's original thought that Nick was a despicable man was now confirmed by what she heard while he was walking down the hall with his associate. He surely thought that she hadn't heard it, but she heard every word. She also saw the look the other man gave her when he saw her. What asses. She smiled to herself knowing that this asshole was getting what was coming to him. She'd lifted two-hundred thousand off of him in just that hour.

She was really done with what she needed to do that day. She wished that she could just leave, but it was her first day and that would look suspicious. Sure, there were a million secretarial things that she could do, but honestly, she didn't care about any of that. She wanted the money and that was it. Now that she had that, she was going to have to force herself to stay put long enough to not look suspicious.
 
The day drug on interminably. He was in and out of the office for his meetings, but when he was in his office he had to fight to stay awake because of the boredom. When he returned from his last meeting at about 3:30 he could stand it no longer, it was time to go home. After all, he thought, what's the point in being the boss if you don't do things your way? He looked at Elsa as he rounded the corner. She obviously had a nice body, but she certainly dressed like a cold fish. He decided it was time to work on his new project: loosening her up.

He walked to her desk and cheerfully (and somewhat innocently) said, "Hey Elsa, what do you say you and I knock off early and go have a drink together? We could get to know each other a little better." He smiled at her warmly, deciding to try and hold back any suggestiveness.
 
When she saw that it was three-thirty, she was relieved. She only had an hour and a half before she got to leave, it would be soon. She heaved a large sigh and stretched her limbs, peeking into her bag again to make sure that her money was nicely tucked away and unseen. When she heard Nick approaching she sat up and began typing at the computer, trying to look busy.

She stopped when he began to talk to her, sliding her eyes up to him warily. Go out to drink with him? Not a million years. He probably wanted to get her drunk and then screw her, but she wasn't a sexcretary and she wouldn't tolerate. She blinked at him twice and then said flatly, "No
 
He stood there looking down at her. He was frankly stunned. He couldn't believe that she wasn't even willing to make an excuse. He had been polite, maybe he had ulterior motives, but there was nothing hostile or suggestive in his invitation. His first inclination was to suggest that she needed better manners and then bend her over his knee, but he decided giving her grounds for a sexual harassment suit would probably be right up her alley. As he stood there, he practically started steaming.

Dropping the civility he said, "Fine, stick around here if you want. I'm heading home, and make sure the coffee doesn't taste like burned licorice tomorrow."

And with that he turned and trodded off to his car. He had a good mind to come in tomorrow and have a really long "This isn't working out" talk with her and really drag it out just to try and make her squirm. He was in a decidedly bad mood all night long.

...

The next morning he was quite strung out when he showed up to work at 8:30. He didn't even bother to say hi to Elsa as she sat there outside his door. He flopped down in his chair and started reading his email. There was something from Jackson in accounting, something about some sort of bookkeeping mistake.
 
Elsa waited fifteen minutes after Nick left to pack up her stuff and leave too. He would have no idea that she left early. After 4pm the phones went to a voicemail service anyway and there was no clocking in or out in this building. She was smug the entire way home. When she got home she took off all of her clothes and soaked in a nice, long, bath for almost an hour. She would last the rest of the week at the company and then find some reason to either get fired or quit.

---

She came in the same time as the day before, setting the coffee on his desk in the same manner she had before. She paid a little more attention this time and hoped it wasn't as gross as it had been yesterday. She measured it right and hopefully put the right amount of water in. She was glad that he didn't speak to her when he came in as she really had nothing to say to him.
 
He read the email again. He couldn't believe the figure. "$200,000+ in various transactions, going to various individual accounts that were closed shortly thereafter." And there were all the checks, endorsed in his name. Of course several of them were backdated, but they had all been processed yesterday. What was going on?

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. This had all the earmarks of pilfering, but at the moment, it seemed to point at him, which was stupid of course. He was just about to push the intercom to ask Elsa if anyone had come into his office while he was out the previous day when it hit him. Instantly he felt stupid, but that quickly passed and he became angry. She was using him! He immediately wanted to call the police, but then a thought came to him and he smiled broadly. He may have intended to take advantage of her before this point, but it was nothing compared to what he was ramping up to in his mind now.

He pressed the intercom and said, very sweetly, "Elsa baby, would you grab your pad and pencil and bring your pretty little self in here?"
 
She had been humming to herself softly as she worked that morning, trying to get a good deal of the secretarial paperwork done early so that she might be able to skip out later that day. Nick's schedule was free most of the day, which troubled her, but she thought she might like, smile at him or something to get him to let her leave early. She was absorbed in the computer when she heard the little intercom buzz.

She looked down at it while he spoke, the color in her face draining when she heard him speaking. Elsa baby? What the hell was that? Her face screwed up into a disgusted grimace, was he drunk or something? She huffed and shook her head, rifling around in one of the drawers for a pencil. She picked up her pad of paper and made her way to his office, hoping that he wasn't going to play some stupid game with her.

She was wearing another skirt today, knee length and grey. She wore a black blazer and a modest long-sleeved blouse underneath. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun (she hated having her hair down). She knocked on his office door and then opened it, stepping inside. She saw the broad smile on his face and narrowed her eyes. "You need something?"
 
"Yes indeed, yes indeed. Please sit down," as she came in and sat down in the seat across from his desk, he got up and walked to the office door. After he had closed the door and, as quietly as he could, locked it, he walked back to his desk and sat down. He grinned at her broadly, and then, feeling bold, started to openly ogle her. He stared at her blouse, right at her chest line, then looked at her legs and her skirt.

Looking back up, he smiled like a cat who had swallowed a canary and said, "We've been a busy little bee here on our first two days, haven't we?"
 
She frowned at him when she sat down, crossing one leg over the other like a proper lady would. She stared at him, the way he was acting was so strange. She crossed her arms over her chest and thought for a moment, there was no way that he could know she'd lifted money. He might know that money was lifted, but he couldn't know that it was her. None of the accounts had her name on it.

She raised an eyebrow at him and answered blandly, "Yes. I've finished all the paperwork you asked, and I began on tomorrow's work today. I'm attempting efficiency."
 
"Ah, interesting," he answered with that sarcastic grin, "Well I can't argue that you're efficient, but I rather thought perhaps you were working on our accounts instead of just paperwork, perhaps making sure our transfers were going through correctly. You sure you weren't making sure the company was paying, I don't know, $200,000 or so in invoices?"

He smirked, watching her react and thinking it through. Yes, he had an ace card. She might be good, but there was surely proof; and he knew just who to call to get it too. For the first time he could remember, he was grateful for promoting one of the nerdiest of the IT folks to manage that department rather than hiring a business major to run it.
 
Her face drained slowly. She blinked a couple of times, unsure of what to say. She averted her eyes from his down to the floor and then looked back up, trying not to look guilty. She cleared her throat and shifted in the seat, tapping the pencil against the pad of paper nervously. "I, um, I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to...sir." she said carefully, adding the sir in at the end for posterity.

She cleared her throat again and tried to think of something to say, anything. She needed to change the subject. She glanced down at the pad of paper and then found something. It was lame, but she had to try to draw the attention elsewhere. "So...did you need me to take notes? What is the pad of paper for?
 
He felt almost giddy as he saw his suspicions confirmed on her face. He grinned broadly and decided to play along with her little change in dialogue.

"Ah yes," he began, "I need you to take a memo. To the IT department: We need to begin an immediate investigation into some recent transfers. We need you to get the exact IP addresses of the machine that was used to search several specific accounts that then had a series of withdrawals made from them. Please contact Mr. Anders for the specific account numbers." He paused, smiling at her, then added, "I need you to send that to IT right now, unless of course, you already know what they're going to find."
 
She stared at him for a few moments, her mouth open slightly as she heard his memo. He knew it'd been her. He knew, and there was no way that she could get out of it. She looked down at the blank pad again for a few seconds, trying to think of something that she could say that wouldn't further incriminate herself. There was nothing, she was completely caught. She cleared her throat again, but kept her eyes down, she couldn't look him in the face now.

"I...uh...I know what they're going to find." she said quietly, trying to keep the confidence steady in her voice. She couldn't show fear, she had to remain strong. Strength was hard to find when she knew what he was going to do. Fire her, ship her off to prison. Her life was virtually over now.
 
"You do?" he asked in mock surprise then continued, "Might I ask a question before I call the police, our lawyers and security? Why exactly did this happen? Were you trying to buy a new Jag?" He stood up from his desk and buttoned up his jacket, straightening his tie. For some reason this simple movement seemed a bit threatening, although for some reason the threat doesn't feel like prison or prosecution. There's a definite lecherousness to the way he's looking at her, and he won't wipe the triumphant smile off his face.
 
She sighed and shook her head when he asked her why. She was about to answer when he stood, her entire body flinching. She was suddenly incredibly frightened by him. She could see the lust written all over his face and the way he was looking at her told her that though he probably would turn her in, he was going to try to get as much out of her as possible first. He was going to...she shook her head again, pushing those thoughts out of her mind.

"I have some, um, bills, that I need to pay off. I owe some people." she said awkwardly, averting her eyes away from him again.
 
He almost chuckled. "Ahh, bills. And it doesn't sound like you owe the electric company the money," he leered at her, excited about what he was about to do. "I tell you how I think I'm going to handle this. I think I'm going to help you out since you've been such a wonderful assistant for all of.... one day," his blue eyes sparkled with lust, "I think we're going to put that money back, then I'm going to cover your 'bills' for you with a personal check."

He paused for a long moment and took two steps closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder, "And I think... I'll take my own form of payment for it out of you personally." He reached down and firmly grabbed her upper arm. Then he leaned down and kissed her neck just below her ear, using his grip to keep her from pulling out of his range.
 
For a second she was relieved. He was going to pay for her bills? That was amazing. But then she saw the sparkle in his eyes, the mounting lust that was there. The color drained completely from her class and she knew what was going to happen. She swallowed nervously and shrunk back in the chair, trying to get as far away from him as she could. She whimpered when he grabbed her arm, her entire body tensing.

Her breathing quickened and her heart rate sped up wildly. She shook her head and cringed when he kissed her neck, his wet lips feeling slimey on her skin. "N-n-no!" she protested, taking a deep breath to try to steady herself, "I'll give the money back. I'll leave the job. You can have a new secretary. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she shook her head viciously, wanting to escape from him, wanting anything except touch from him.
 
He smiled broadly against the soft skin of her neck; she could feel his lips twisting into the shape.
"I think it is far too late for that, my dear... sweet... Elsa," he said, and she could feel spittle land on her skin as he spat out the words dear, sweet and Elsa in an incredibly threatening tone.

He started to tug on her arm, trying to pull her out of the chair. His free hand was running down her back, and then, to her horror, it was running down to her ass, squeezing and getting itself between her tush and the chair. His tongue snaked out from his lips and he licked at her neck and then her earlobe, jostling her earring.
 
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