Joshua

Claire barged into the room, slammed her hands down on the desk and glared at Mark.

"You son of a bitch," she snarled.

Looking up from his work, Mark clicked his pen and calmly set it down on the desk.

"What exactly makes you say that?" he asked, keeping a cautious poker face.

"I know where the money went, Mark. It's taken me a month to trace every little accounting 'mistake' and the invoices from non-existent suppliers and the half-dozen tax haven shell companies, but I did it and it all leads back to you."

"That's a very serious accusation, Claire," said Mark, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't even aware there was any money missing at all. And I certainly don't recall authorising you to waste weeks of company time on quote-unquote 'tracing' it."

"Plead ignorance all you want, asshole, but as soon as I take this to the board, they'll have your head. If the police don't get it first."

Mark frowned. "Hmm. No, no, I don't think that will be how this goes."

He casually reached up and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Claire's eyes suddenly lost focus and her body sagged, the mix of anger and triumph draining away in an instant. She swayed slightly in place, propped up by the desk as Mark stood and walked behind her. He grabbed the chair that she had kicked aside on her way in and pulled it over.

"Be a good girl and sit down, before you fall over."

Claire sat.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Mark asked.

"No, sir," said Claire.

"Wanted to keep all the glory to yourself, did you? Confront me with it and gloat as I saw everything fall apart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stupid bitch."

"Yes, sir."

Mark reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, tugging her bra out of the way. Claire gazed vacantly in the direction of the chair he had been sitting in.

"You're not the first person to uncover this, you know. Although you might just be the hottest."

He gave her breasts a squeeze before continuing. "Do you know why no one's ever actually exposed me before?"

"No, sir."

"Because every machine in this office is running software laced with subliminal messages. Software that I designed and deployed, programming every employee with the thoughts that I want them to have. Hmm. Do you have a boyfriend, Claire?"

"Yes, sir."

"He'll have to go. Dump him, tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The programming affects some people more strongly than others. Most start meekly accepting my commands within a few weeks of joining the company, though I did notice that you were oddly resistant. Of course, then you spent a month of overtime trying to dethrone me, locked alone in your office staring at a monitor for hours on end."

Mark pinched one of Claire's nipples, watching for a reaction. She gave none and he smiled.

"Stand up and strip, slut," he said. As she rose and finished unbuttoning her blouse, he settled back into his own seat and enjoyed the show in silence for a moment.

"Very nice," he said, when Claire was standing naked in front of his desk.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now, here's what's actually going to happen next. You're going to crawl over here and suck me off. Once I cum all over your tits, you're going to get dressed, go back to your office and delete every scrap of evidence you have against me. You'll forget you ever noticed anything wrong with the accounts and you'll be a good, docile little employee from now on. Among other duties. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Claire barged into the room, slammed her hands down on the desk and glared at Mark.

"You son of a bitch," she snarled.

Looking up from his work, Mark clicked his pen and calmly set it down on the desk.

"What exactly makes you say that?" he asked, keeping a cautious poker face.

"I know where the money went, Mark. It's taken me a month to trace every little accounting 'mistake' and the invoices from non-existent suppliers and the half-dozen tax haven shell companies, but I did it and it all leads back to you."

"That's a very serious accusation, Claire," said Mark, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't even aware there was any money missing at all. And I certainly don't recall authorising you to waste weeks of company time on quote-unquote 'tracing' it."

"Plead ignorance all you want, asshole, but as soon as I take this to the board, they'll have your head. If the police don't get it first."

Mark frowned. "Hmm. No, no, I don't think that will be how this goes."

He casually reached up and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Claire's eyes suddenly lost focus and her body sagged, the mix of anger and triumph draining away in an instant. She swayed slightly in place, propped up by the desk as Mark stood and walked behind her. He grabbed the chair that she had kicked aside on her way in and pulled it over.

"Be a good girl and sit down, before you fall over."

Claire sat.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Mark asked.

"No, sir," said Claire.

"Wanted to keep all the glory to yourself, did you? Confront me with it and gloat as I saw everything fall apart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stupid bitch."

"Yes, sir."

Mark reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, tugging her bra out of the way. Claire gazed vacantly in the direction of the chair he had been sitting in.

"You're not the first person to uncover this, you know. Although you might just be the hottest."

He gave her breasts a squeeze before continuing. "Do you know why no one's ever actually exposed me before?"

"No, sir."

"Because every machine in this office is running software laced with subliminal messages. Software that I designed and deployed, programming every employee with the thoughts that I want them to have. Hmm. Do you have a boyfriend, Claire?"

"Yes, sir."

"He'll have to go. Dump him, tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The programming affects some people more strongly than others. Most start meekly accepting my commands within a few weeks of joining the company, though I did notice that you were oddly resistant. Of course, then you spent a month of overtime trying to dethrone me, locked alone in your office staring at a monitor for hours on end."

Mark pinched one of Claire's nipples, watching for a reaction. She gave none and he smiled.

"Stand up and strip, slut," he said. As she rose and finished unbuttoning her blouse, he settled back into his own seat and enjoyed the show in silence for a moment.

"Very nice," he said, when Claire was standing naked in front of his desk.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now, here's what's actually going to happen next. You're going to crawl over here and suck me off. Once I cum all over your tits, you're going to get dressed, go back to your office and delete every scrap of evidence you have against me. You'll forget you ever noticed anything wrong with the accounts and you'll be a good, docile little employee from now on. Among other duties. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

SERVE. TRANSFORM. EXCEL.

Obedience is pleasure.

Claire barged into the room, slammed her hands down on the desk and glared at Mark.

"You son of a bitch," she snarled.

Looking up from his work, Mark clicked his pen and calmly set it down on the desk.

"What exactly makes you say that?" he asked, keeping a cautious poker face.

"I know where the money went, Mark. It's taken me a month to trace every little accounting 'mistake' and the invoices from non-existent suppliers and the half-dozen tax haven shell companies, but I did it and it all leads back to you."

"That's a very serious accusation, Claire," said Mark, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't even aware there was any money missing at all. And I certainly don't recall authorising you to waste weeks of company time on quote-unquote 'tracing' it."

"Plead ignorance all you want, asshole, but as soon as I take this to the board, they'll have your head. If the police don't get it first."

Mark frowned. "Hmm. No, no, I don't think that will be how this goes."

He casually reached up and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Claire's eyes suddenly lost focus and her body sagged, the mix of anger and triumph draining away in an instant. She swayed slightly in place, propped up by the desk as Mark stood and walked behind her. He grabbed the chair that she had kicked aside on her way in and pulled it over.

"Be a good girl and sit down, before you fall over."

Claire sat.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Mark asked.

"No, sir," said Claire.

"Wanted to keep all the glory to yourself, did you? Confront me with it and gloat as I saw everything fall apart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stupid bitch."

"Yes, sir."

Mark reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, tugging her bra out of the way. Claire gazed vacantly in the direction of the chair he had been sitting in.

"You're not the first person to uncover this, you know. Although you might just be the hottest."

He gave her breasts a squeeze before continuing. "Do you know why no one's ever actually exposed me before?"

"No, sir."

"Because every machine in this office is running software laced with subliminal messages. Software that I designed and deployed, programming every employee with the thoughts that I want them to have. Hmm. Do you have a boyfriend, Claire?"

"Yes, sir."

"He'll have to go. Dump him, tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The programming affects some people more strongly than others. Most start meekly accepting my commands within a few weeks of joining the company, though I did notice that you were oddly resistant. Of course, then you spent a month of overtime trying to dethrone me, locked alone in your office staring at a monitor for hours on end."

Mark pinched one of Claire's nipples, watching for a reaction. She gave none and he smiled.

"Stand up and strip, slut," he said. As she rose and finished unbuttoning her blouse, he settled back into his own seat and enjoyed the show in silence for a moment.

"Very nice," he said, when Claire was standing naked in front of his desk.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now, here's what's actually going to happen next. You're going to crawl over here and suck me off. Once I cum all over your tits, you're going to get dressed, go back to your office and delete every scrap of evidence you have against me. You'll forget you ever noticed anything wrong with the accounts and you'll be a good, docile little employee from now on. Among other duties. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for?"