Next morning, you head to work

From Create Your Own Story

You get out of bed early and hit the shower. Taking a cold one to clear your head, you avoid your dad and take a quick breakfeast. Saterday morning.

You recieve a text from Mr. Angler, telling you to meet him earlier at his office at 9 oclock. While your not sure what to expect, when you see your father walking in the kitchen, anything is better then bumping into your old men so you rush past him without so much as an explanation and head on out.

You arrive at work in time and head directly for Mr. Angler's office.

You open the door to see him talking with his secretary:"ah. That will be all Miss Lockwell." he says with a smile as he sees you.

His secretary looks to you with a gentle smile and gets up:"Right. I'l see you in the afternoon Mr. Angler." she gets up and leave the office.

Mr. Anglers motion you in and you steps in hesitantly.

"You.. wanted to see me Mr. Angler?" you ask.

"Yes, indeed I wanted. I'm sorry for calling you so abruptly. Since you were only promoted yesterday, there was no time to change your schedule. I'm sorry if you had plan for today." he explains

You blush lightly, remembering yesterday's ... job interview."that's... that's okay. I didn't really had any plan today anyway. but.. about yesterday..."

He smiles at you warmly as he sense your nevousness:"Not backing down before even starting I hope? I called you in because while yesterday's interview was a little.. unorthodox, there's a few paperwok that needs to be filled. and I need you to try on your new uniform. Your measurements havn't changed right?"

You blush lightly. So.. it wasn't just an abuse. He really was offering you this job.

"You said I'd be called to ... do naughty stuff right?" you ask with a slight blush.

He smiles at you:"yes. But I really do need an assistant Miss Ross. And you are not a whore."

He holds out the paperwork. this is looking alot like when you were hired in the first place as a temporary secretary.




Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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