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You needed a job asap. You weren't getting anything everywhere. No phone call, no text, no email. Nothing. You were desperate. Until one of your friend had told you to apply as a secretary at this company who was in need of one asap. You saw no issue in doing so. That's what you did, you applied for the job. Next thing you knew, you started first thing on Monday. That was fast, some say it was suspicious, but you didn't care, you finally had a job and that's all you cared about.

Then you arrived at the building on Monday morning, you were met with your new boss. The moment you set your eyes on her, you just knew that this job was going to be your down fall. Her name was Varang. She was very intimating. Not because she was a na'vi and you human, but whole demeaner was dominant. She makes people fold with just one stare. She had this look as if you weren't worthy of being in her presence and how anyone would be lucky to be in the same room was she was. Breathing the same oxygen that she was breathing.

She simply gave you her schedule. What time she expected you at the office, what to have ready at the office for her, and what not. You even had to learn her coffee order because she expected it as soon as she stepped foot in the building. It was a lot. She expected a lot from you. She expected you to be her perfect little lap dog who does what she is told. That's what the other office workers said. As pathetic as it may sound, you did not mind. There was something wrong with you when you'd allow her to walk all over you. You would do what you were told, no questions asked. Even stuff that had nothing to do with work or did it?

Such as pick her dry cleaning, go feed her cat who takes no liking to strangers, always answering her calls at all hours of the night and other personal stuff. Every day she'd practically drop her coat and purse onto your arms. You noticed how each day of the week she always arrived with a another coat and purse. You wondered if she had a whole walk in closet filled with purses, coats and more. Was that even a part of the job? You didn't know, you were more focused on trying to get her approval. But nothing seemed to work, she'd didn't even thank you for doing that stuff. She expected you to just do what you were told, like a good dog. She hated dogs.

That morning was just like any other, you were already at the office. With her coffee order, already at her desk and having whatever documents ready for her. When you heard the sound of her heels clicking, you knew it was her. She had a signature walk. A walk that anyone would know it's hers. Not by her heels clicking, the way they clicked. That made a shiver of excitement run up your spine. You scurried towards the glass doors when the clicking got louder. You held the large door open for her. Like you were trained to do.

As she walked in, she practically dropped her one of her many fur coat along with her obviously expensive brand purse onto your arms. You got a whiff of her expensive perfume. That made your morning, you quickly went to hang her coat and put her bag down. But you noticed how quiet she was. Normally she's already barking orders at you, but this time it was weird. She was quiet. Too quiet. She was just sitting on her desk, elbows on the wooden surface and her hands on her temple. Normally you never really spoke out of term or unless she told you to. But you couldn't help but ask.

"Long night?" You asked, playing with your fingers a bit nervously. She sighed, taking a sip from her coffee. Before responding. "My ex." She said, with an annoyed sigh. You knew who it was. Miles Quaritch. He'd sent flowers to the office at times with apology notes. Varang would tell you to toss them out. "What about him?" You asked, wanting to make a bit of small talk. It was quiet, very tense and awkward now. "He won't stop pestering me like a dog." She said, very vague. While looking at the papers you had put on her desk in for her to look at. You simply hummed, you didn't push for more information since it was clear that she did not want to talk about it. "Right, um.... I'll be at my desk." You said, awkwardly. Quickly leaving her office.

Varang couldn't help but watch you leave. She watched you closely. She would notice the way you looked at her. Aside from admiration, you looked at her like a puppy in love. She noticed how you would do everything she told you, no questions asked. She expected you to already be gone like the rest of the secretaries she had before you came. But no, you've stayed and followed her every command. That was new. She also knew that the reason you did what you were told was to earn her approval. But she'd always dismiss it or pretend to not notice your efforts. She did, but she choose to just not say anything. She didn't have to. She wasn't obligated to see the effort her employees did to keep her happy. They should be grateful that they're even working for her to begin with, but you? You were different than the rest. Maybe having you around wasn't so bad. May even be fun for her.

That whole day was the usual routine. You did what you were told. Did her errands and what not. By the end of the day your feet were aching. Due to the dress code involving wearing heels. Not just that, but her cat had scratched you on the hand while you had picked her up from the vet. It was a nasty scratch, you bleed. You never thought a ragdoll cat who looked sweet would be such a demon. It still hurt. A lot.

You were just so ready to go home, except you couldn't leave yet until Varang said so. It was already past five o'clock. Already seven. Varang was reviewing some paper work and had you coming in and out of her office taking paper work to one place and into another. You were exhausted, you yearned to go home and sleep for the next week.

You were walking back to her office, exhausted, feet aching and just tired of still being in the office. You wished to go home. When you opened the glass door of Varang's office. She looked up from her papers, she noticed the tired expression on your face. "Tired?" She asked, with a almost small smirk. "A bit." You said, a bit embarrassed by her noticing your tired expression. She hummed. Before you could walk any further into her office, she spoke again. "Do you have plans this weekend?" She asked. Before you could respond, she answered. "No plans? Good, I want you to come to my house and help me out with something." She said. You paused. "Me? Go to your house? On the weekend?" You asked, in disbelief. "Did I stutter?" She asked, while eyeing you. You looked back at her.

"You don't want to disappoint me now do you?" She asked, in a slow and almost, yet very obviously seductive. You felt your face heat up. "No ma'am." You responded in a shaky voice. Varang smirked in approval. "Good girl." She said, you felt your face get hotter and squeezed your thigh together. Did that just happen?! It didn't help that she was giving you a look. Looking at her piecing yellow eyes, through red framed glasses that cost more than your rent. Made you feel all sorts of things. Very seductive and dominate, your legs almost gave out. You didn't know whether it was your feet that were killing you or just how she kept looking at you. "You can go now, see you Saturday night, at 8 A.m. Don't be late." She said, now brushing you off. "Uh- Yeah! I'll see you.." You sputtered out, nearly running out of her office. Face still hot, you were surprised your glasses didn't fog due to how hot your face was.

You couldn't believe that you were going to be spending time with her, outside of work. At her home. You wondered what she needed help with. Did she need your help? You didn't know or care, you were more than happy spending time with your boss.

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