Secretary is Spanked & Submissive After a Clerical Error

Gillian heard the anger in the VP’s voice when he rang her extension and told her to come to his office immediately. Of course, she knew what this was all about. Yesterday she had sent out the duplicates of the big contract, not the originals, which were the ones that needed to be signed. Gillian learned of her mistake this morning when the overnighted papers arrived in St. Louis. Her immediate boss told Gillian she’d talk to the VP about it and try to explain it had been a simple clerical error.
Gillian thought it would end there, but then the VP rang her. She knew it was an important account, which only made her dread grow. Jack Beason’s reputation proceeded him. He was a ruthless businessman who brooked no incompetence, and his rise to VP had been accompanied by much bloodletting. The stories of his screaming fits with junior execs were legendary in the company. The only reason he would want to see a lowly administrative assistant would be to berate and then fire her.
All this ran through Gillian’s mind as she passed through the hallways of the mostly empty office. It was ten of five and the few people left were gathering their things to go home. Gillian reached Beason’s office as his secretary was slinging her purse over her shoulder.
“I’m here to see Mr. Beason.”
“Gillian Langdon?” the secretary asked. Gillian nodded. “You can just have a seat. Mr. Beason is on a call right now. He’ll call you in when he’s done.” The secretary took her things and was gone.
Gillian sat in the secretary’s chair and watched the time pass on her phone. She was afraid to scroll Instagram. It wouldn’t go over well if Mr. Beason came out and caught her on her phone. She had been out of school for eight months before landing this job. Eight months of sending out close to a hundred resumes a week and living on credit while student loan payments piled up. She was at the end of her rope when this job came along, and she would be royally screwed if she lost it. She resolved to grovel if she had to. Anything to avoid returning to her parents with her tail between her legs.
At twenty after five, Beason’s voice finally floated from his secretary’s speakerphone. “Miss Langdon, you may come into my office.”
Gillian had only met Jack Beason once when she toured the office on her first day. Gillian softly shut the heavy black door behind her and saw the VP sitting behind his desk. Jack Beason looked every bit as imposing as she remembered. He sat in a high-backed leather chair behind a desk of thick, beveled, smoked glass which rested on two large ebony blocks. The desktop was uncluttered, holding only his telephone and a laptop, which he folded closed as she entered. The carpet was dark and a black leather sofa was against the wall to her right. In fact, everything about the office was dark and its occupant matched his surroundings.
Mr. Beason was a solidly built, well-tanned man in a charcoal suit. Only the slight graying at the temples of his thick black hair betrayed that he was into his forties. He gestured to the stiff, black lacquered chair in front of his desk. Gillian quietly sat, smoothing her skirt; hands folded in her lap.
“I’m sure you have at least some inkling of why you’re here?”
Gillian opened her mouth to speak, but Beason silenced her with a wave of his hand.
“The mistake you made yesterday has cost this firm tens of thousands of dollars. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how serious that is.”
Gillian was very surprised by his calm tone. He was icy, to be sure, but his commanding voice barely rose above a whisper.
“Seeing this sort of incompetence from a Brown graduate sickens me. My sister went to Brown. Normally, I would just dismiss you out-of-hand. But Ms. Taggert pled your case very well. She assures me you are not some stupid little sad sack drone.”
“Well, sir…”
A flush rose to her cheeks. Sitting and taking this tongue lashing was proving harder than she thought. Her temper was rising. But the obsidian chips of granite that were Beason’s eyes drilled into Gillian, silencing her.
“I was not finished. Do not speak until I tell you to. You look to have some spirit, which is good, if you know your place. Tell me, Ms. Langdon, what is your place here? What value do you bring to this company?”
It was a standard job interview question, and she’d rehearsed the answer many times, Gillian couldn’t think with Mr. Beason staring at her. She stammered and nothing coherent came out of her mouth.
“Call me Jack, if it will put you at ease.”
Gillian was shocked by that. It seemed Mr. Beason — Jack — was softening toward her. Maybe he saw how nervous she was and wanted to put her at ease. She took a deep breath and felt her confidence return.
“I’m sorry, uh Jack, I’m not used to having to defend myself like this. I know sending out the copies instead of the originals was a terrible mistake, but it was just that, a mistake. It doesn’t mean I’m stupid and it doesn’t mean I can’t do a good job. I know this is a big deal and I would make some sort of restitution if it was possible. I’m very sorry. If you give me another chance, I can prove that I’m an asset to the company.”
“Restitution is an interesting thought, Ms. Langdon. How exactly could you make this right?” Jack asked with a touch of malevolence.
Gillian was sorry she’d opened her mouth. There was just no way she could make restitution to the company. It was impossible.
“Mr. Beason… Jack…”
“We both know financial restitution is out of your reach, Ms. Langdon. So, how could you make this up to the firm? To me?”
“I don’t know. If you give me a chance to show what I can do…”
“I would love to see what you can do, Ms. Langdon. I’ve made special arrangements with employees in the past. Motivated employees. How motivated are you to remain with us?”
“Very motivated, Jack. I can’t have a termination from my first job on my CV. I’d do anything to keep my position.”
A hint of a smile formed on Jack’s lips, but there was nothing comforting about it. “I can think of a remedy. It is somewhat unorthodox, but if you perform well, it would settle the matter to my satisfaction.”
“How unorthodox?” Gillian felt a creeping dread.
“Very. It’s the sort of thing they would do all the time when my father founded this firm. Of course, times have changed, and we all have to observe different boundaries now. Perhaps you should forget I said anything, Ms. Langdon.”
“What is it, Jack? I’m serious about keeping my job. I’ll do anything, within reason.”
Gillian added the last part because she could see where this might be going. She didn’t want to presume that Jack Beason would want a sexual favor for her to keep her job, but it wouldn’t shock her. Gillian knew those things went on. She always thought she knew how she’d handle it if she was put into this kind of a situation, but now that she was here, things did not seem so black and white. Gillian could not afford to lose her job.
“I need your assurance that our conversation will remain confidential, even if you choose to walk away, Ms. Langdon. You seem like a savvy young woman, which is the only reason why I think you might be able to handle this.”
“What do you want from me, Mr. Beason?”
Beason smiled. “Tell me, Ms. Langdon. Have you ever submitted to corporal punishment?”
“Excuse me?”
Beason leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers and remained silent. Gillian stared at him. He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. Corporal punishment? Like a nun rapping your fingers with a ruler? He couldn’t possibly mean that.
“I see you’re shocked, Ms. Langdon. I thought this might be too extreme of a solution for you. Perhaps I misjudged your ambition. Security will box up your personal effects and they’ll be delivered to your home. Of course, you understand this must stay between us. I’d hate to have to levy a real punishment if you spoke out of school.”
“Wait…”
Gillian tried to wrap her brain around what Beason was asking of her. She wasn’t a naïf. She knew she was a pretty girl and hadn’t been above using that to her advantage in the past. When she waitressed in college, Gillian responded to the manager’s shameless flirting to get the best shifts. But there was a line, or so she’d always thought. Sitting there, considering Beason’s offer, she began to think that maybe the line wasn’t as bright as she’d thought. But what did he mean by corporal punishment? That didn’t sound like he was asking for a blow job.
“What are we talking about here, Jack?”
His predatory smile was back. “Perhaps you are as savvy as I suspected, Ms. Langdon. You know, an employee who shows a willingness to cooperate and take responsibility can rise quickly at this company.”
“Will you just tell me?”
“What happens to girls who misbehave, Miss Langdon? They get spanked.”
Gillian was stunned. She had to have misheard him. Spanked? The shock wore off and her temper began to rise. She might have laughed out loud if she weren’t so furious.
“Spanked?”
“Yes, to make sure you slow down and do your job properly next time. It will be a potent reminder.”
“You want to spank me?”
“I believe I was clear, Ms. Langdon. Do you want to keep your job or not? This is not a negotiation. Either you will comply or you will not.”
Gillian almost stormed out of his office. Obviously, Jack Beaman was a man who liked to humiliate women. She would not be his plaything. But Beason wielded enormous influence in her field. She could report him to HR, of course. And she would probably get a settlement from the company. But would she ever work in her field again? Gillian couldn’t believe she was considering it, but she didn’t see how she had a choice. At least he wasn’t asking for anything sexual. Was he?
“Just a spanking?”
Beason glared at her. Gillian knew this was a pivotal moment in her life. She could walk out of that office and decide what else she wanted to do for a living, or she could suck it up and let Beason have his fun and maybe turn this into a positive. Gillian took a deep breath and spoke, trying to project confidence.
“Okay. I’ll do it, Jack. Just this one time.”
“Excellent, Ms. Langdon. Remove your jacket and step around to my side of the desk.” Beason pushed his chair back from the desk. Gillian put her jacket over the back of her chair, and nervously came around to Beason’s side of the desk. His gaze alerted her that her thin rayon blouse was translucent in the office light. Beason didn’t hide his interest her tits and Gillian flushed. She trembled as she stood before him.
“Now turn and face the desk.”
Gillian tried to ignore the twisting in her gut and wordlessly complied, bending forward and grasping the edge of his desk. She held her breath and braced for what was to come.
“Pull down your tights, Ms. Langdon,” he demanded. She hesitated and he barked, “Now.”
Of course, he wanted to spank her bare ass. Gillian felt stupid for not realizing it on her own. She wiggled her hips and hiked up her skirt to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her opaque black tights. She felt Beason staring at her butt as she peeled the tight down to her thighs. At least Gillian knew she had a nice ass. Her boyfriend complimented her on it all the time. Oh god, her boyfriend! What was she going to tell Jeremy about this? He could never know what she’d agreed to.
Beason stood behind her and his sudden motion startled her. His six feet of lean height towered over her. He’d have been half a foot taller than her even if she’d been standing up straight. He swept her long ginger hair aside and rubbed her back. Beason’s touch was surprisingly gentle. Gillian bent farther forward when he applied pressure, making her butt jut out further. He ran his hands down her arms and positioned her hands spread apart, flat on the glass of his desktop. The edge bit into her thighs. Beason returned to his chair behind her.
His hands on the bare backs of her thighs made Gillian tremble. His fingers were soft. Beason traced his fingers over her silky, pale blue panties like he was trying to memorize her ass. She felt a shiver that wasn’t entirely fear. Gillian wanted him to just get it over with. This whole thing was bad enough already. She didn’t want him toying with her.
The sharp slap on her ass was a crack in the quiet office. Gillian got what she was waiting for. The sting made her yelp and jump. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She didn’t want to give Beason to satisfaction of a reaction. He waited for the sting to turn into a tingling warmth before he spanked her again.
A series of blows rained down on her delicate flesh without respite. Gillian bit her lip and tried to hold it all in, but Beason showed no mercy. Her ass was on fire. Gillian panted as she tried to hold back her sobs. A tear rolled down her cheek. Finally, a strangled cry escaped her throat.
“Is it too hard?” Beason sounded coolly detached.
Yes, you bastard, Gillian wanted to cry. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She shook her head weakly and half-heartedly replied, “No.”
“Very well, Ms. Langdon. We’ll continue.”
Gillian wondered how long she was expected to remain bent over his desk. Stupidly, she hadn’t negotiated any terms. She just did as she was told. Sometimes Gillian hated being a people pleaser. Beason pulled her panties down to meet the tights at her thighs and smoothed his hand over her bright red cheeks, surveying his handiwork. She hated to admit it, but his touch was soothing. Gillian moaned. Perhaps showing weakness was a mistake. Beason resumed her punishment.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The abuse on her sensitive cheeks was harsher than through her panties. Gillian recoiled from every stinging strike, grinding her pelvis into the edge of the desktop.
“I hope this is instructive, Ms. Langdon.” Beason’s voice boomed behind Gillian as he meted out her punishment. “You don’t want to screw up again and trigger another punishment, do you?”
Gillian simply nodded even though she had no intention of ever letting this happen again.
“Straighten your back! Don’t slouch! Spread your thighs!”
Beason barked the orders one after another and Gillian complied without thinking. She was ready to do just about anything he wanted to end this as quickly as possible. Gillian spread her legs as far as her stretching tights and panties would allow. She arched her back, making her tight little ass an even more inviting target.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Gillian gritted her teeth against the pain but still whimpered. Everything below her waist was on fire. Everything. She tried very hard not to think about the throbbing growing between her legs.
“Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Langdon? Or do you require further instruction?”
Beason returned to caressing her cheeks and Gillian sighed with relief. His gentle touch felt so nice after the abuse. She was almost ready to thank him for it.
“Yeah…yes…yes, Jack…”
Whack! It was obviously not the answer he sought. Whack!
“Is that enough Ms. Langdon?”
“No,” she sobbed.
“Do you need more, Gillian?”
“Yes…yes…please, Jack.”
Her surrender brought a rush of excitement. Gillian wanted to squeeze her thighs together to hide it. She was ashamed that being so abused was so arousing. Beason spanked her again. Gillian moaned instead of yelping.
“Do you call your superiors by their first name, Gillian?” Whack!
“No…no, Mr. Beason…no sir…”
Beason rewarded her by caressing her ass again. The contrast of punishment and tenderness was worming into her brain, making Gillian seek his approval. His hand dipped lower, between her thighs, and she whimpered in appreciation. He found a soaked pussy, shaming Gillian. She squirmed her ass while he ran his fingers over her puffy lips. What is happening? she wondered.
Gillian’s brain blanked when he spanked her again, simultaneously pressing two fingers deep into her dripping snatch. A moan heaved from deep in her chest, signaling that he’d broken her. Her body had betrayed her. Gillian was the one who insisted it would just be a spanking, but now she was the one writhing on his fingers.
She did not know what was happening to her, but she could tell she was about to lose it. Another hard slap rang in the quiet office, accompanied by two fingers pressed into Gillian’s dripping cunt. She moaned aloud for Beason, acknowledging he had broken her.
“It’s good to surrender, isn’t it?”
Gilliam whimpered, “Yes, sir.”
“You truly are a bad girl. Lucky for you, I know just what to do with such a bad girl, Gillian.”
His tone was positively gleeful. Gillian could only imagine how she looked to him with her ass in the air and her sex flowering up for him and dripping down her thighs. His fingers slowly plundered her, and Gillian ground her clit into the edge of his desk. It kind of hurt, and that felt wonderful. Her climax seemed to come out of nowhere and Gillian wailed, sagging down to the cool glass beneath her.
Beason withdrew his hands from her tender flesh, leaning back in his chair. She sobbed when his fingers left her. She craved his touch. Gillian pushed up from the desk and looked back over her shoulder. Beason’s smile was pure evil, but she basked in his approval.
“Turn around.”
Gillian tried to compose herself and complied, her eyes submissively downcast.
“Open your blouse.”
Her trembling hands had trouble with the buttons, but her blouse parted to expose her large breasts straining against a lacy pale blue bra with every heaving breath. The dark of her excited nipples showed through the lace.
“Show me how you like to be touched, Gillian.”
Gillian’s hands came up to her breasts, tentatively touching them. It felt so dirty, so lurid, to touch herself for him. She didn’t think of herself as a prude, but she’d never done anything so explicit in front of a man. Beason radiated lust while he watched, and she glowed. She’d never felt so alive. Gillian massaged her tits and pinched her nipples through the lace. She was on fire. Her nipples throbbed with an electric life of their own. A quick flick and the front clasp of her bra popped loose, her hands touching hot naked skin, kneading firm, creamy flesh. A hand wandered south. Beason didn’t need to tell her to go further. She was so wet. Her stiff clit peaked from between swollen lips. Gillian rubbed her button, moaning, shaking, and leaning against the desk, which made her ass burn. She opened her eyes, feeling another orgasm close. She watched Beason in his chair, watching her intensely. His cock was out, and it looked huge in his hand. Looking at that prick made Gillian’s hunger fiercer. Being watched and commanded enraptured her. She shook violently.
“Stop, Gillian. Do not make yourself come.”
Gillian sobbed, barely finding the strength to do as Beason commanded. She needed to come so badly. He had to know that. She took her hands from her tingling body and found pleasure in obeying. Hopefully he stopped her so he could fuck her. Gillian would have begged for it.
“Do you suck your boyfriend’s cock, Gillian?”
“Yes, sir. Sometimes.”
“He must be weak if it’s only sometimes. Pretty lips like yours should be used every day, Gillian. Get on your knees and show me how well you suck cock.”
Gillian sank to her knees and took the heavy prick from his hand. She lavished it with her tongue and took his hairy balls into her mouth, so eager to please. The plum-sized head filled her mouth, and she savored the clear nectar that seeped from it. Gillian’s cheeks hollowed and her tongue swirled the head. She massaged his balls while she sucked his head. His moan was the greatest reward.
Beason wound his fingers in her ginger tresses and forced her to take him deeper. Gillian opened wide and her lips strained around him. Her boyfriend wasn’t nearly as large as her boss and she never took him deep, but Beason demanded her all and she did her best to comply. She gagged when he pressed to the back of her throat, but he was unrelenting. Gillian tried to steal breaths when he pulled back, but Beason fucked her mouth ever faster. She sucked him hard, even though she grew lightheaded, hoping he would finish faster. Drool dripped onto her tits and the strangest noises came from her throat. Gillian felt like this was all happening to someone else.
The office was silent, except for the slurping, choking sounds of Beason plundering her throat, until a familiar voice called out. It was Cassie Taggart, Gillian’s department head.
“I see you’ve handled the problem, Jack.”
“Did you ever doubt it, Cassie?” Beason forced out the words between grunts.
“Of course not. I know first hand how persuasive you are, sir.”
Beason released Gillian, his thick meat slapping her in the face as she sagged to the floor gasping for air.
“Up on my desk. Now, Gillian. Don’t dawdle.”
Gillian looked up to see Cassie looking down on her piteously. She was frozen in place, too stunned to even try and cover herself.
“Don’t think you can stop obeying just because Cassie is here. None of this shocks her, Gillian. Cassie is familiar with my disciplinary procedures. Intimately familiar.”
Gillian remained rooted to her spot.
“You’d better do as he says, Gillian. I think you understand the punishment for disobedience.”
Gillian moved from the floor and went to sit on the desk. The cool glass felt good on her burning cheeks.
“No, Gillian. Turn around. Assume the position.”
Her desire to obey faltered with Cassie there. Gillian wanted to curse Cassie for setting her up and flee the room. But she complied. Obeying felt like the simplest path when her mind was so jumbled. Besides, however much she hated Cassie, Gillian still wanted to please Beason. He lifted her so she lay completely face down on his desk. Her throbbing nipples flattened against the glass. He returned to caressing her crimson ass. Her shame was heightened having Cassie there to witness her humiliating submission.
“Wow, you really beat the poor girl, Jack.”
“You know what they say. Spare the rod, and all that.”
His fingers entered her again and Gillian shamelessly pushed back on them. Her excitement puddled on the glass desktop. She moaned and trembled, putting on quite the show for Cassie. Gillian didn’t care. Beason brought her to the edge of orgasm again easily, and that was all that mattered.
The sound of a zipper drew her attention and Gillian opened her eyes to see Cassie shrugging out of her tight red sheath. The tall, leggy brunette wore an expensive black lace bra and panty set underneath that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were bursting from the inadequate bra. She had a spectacular body beneath her office attire. Gillian watched Cassie sit in the chair opposite the desk and lock her heels onto the edge on either side of Gillian’s head. Cassie pulled her thong aside and rubbed her own cunt while she watched Beason pleasure Gillian. Cassie’s moans joined Gillian’s.
“Let the poor girl come. I want to see it, Jack.”
Beason added another finger and furiously pounded Gillian’s pussy. It felt like she was trying to fist her. She came immediately, screeching and bucking back against his hand. Her cries were so wild she thought the voice belonged to someone else. Cassie stared her right in the eyes as she came, and Gillian felt it spike her orgasm harder. Suddenly, the girl wanted to submit to Cassie too.
“These need to go,” Beason said behind her. Gillian heard snipping as he used scissors to cut away her panties and tights, ruining them. Her legs were finally free and he pushed them wide apart. “Much better. You have a beautiful pink pussy, Gillian.”
“Thank him,” Cassie moaned, still rubbing her own sex.
“Thank you, sir. Oh god…what’s…that…”
Gillian knew what it was. Beason rubbed the blunt head of his weapon against her juicy, quivering fruit. She wanted it so badly, that she sobbed with desire.
“Do you want it, Gillian?”
“Yes…please, sir…” She pushed back to pull him in, but Beason didn’t allow it.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Beg for it, Gillian.”
She didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Please, sir. Please do it.”
“Do what?”
“F…fuck me…please…”
“What do you want, Gillian?”
“I want you to fuck me, sir. Please stop teasing me.”
“You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Gillian. Don’t be shy.”
She swallowed hard and the words rushed out. The crazy thing was that she was staring right into Cassie’s dripping snatch as she begged Beason to fuck her. It was surreal.
“Please…please Mr. Beason, sir. Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock. Please fuck me with your big cock!”
Beason teased her no more. He plunged that thick, monster into Gillian’s tight canal. Her muscles gripped him, but she was so drenched he slid in with little trouble. Her wail was piercing. He roughly grabbed her hips, sliding her back, her bare breasts squeaking across the glass. Beason pounded her relentlessly, his balls slapping her thighs with every powerful thrust. Gillian hadn’t felt so tight since she’d been a virgin. In a way, she felt like she was a virgin all over again. Beason had made her a new woman. He broke down her walls and remade her in his image. Gillian would never be the same after that night. She’d never felt like a slut before, but that was exactly what she was now, thrown down on his desk, her blouse half off, skirt bunched at her waist, her ruined panties and tights hanging on her legs while he used her.
Cassie came with a shutter, watching the fabulous fucking her young assistant was receiving. She rolled the thong down her legs, past her heels. She stood, her cunt inches from Gillian’s face. Gillian’s eyes opened dreamily when she caught the woman’s musky scent.
It took a lot of concentration to take her mind from being fully devoted to the pole that so deliciously split her. Gillian had never even considered being with a woman, but when Cassie put her hand on Gillian’s head, urging her forward, the lust-crazed woman kissed the dewy, hairless lips. Cassie’s fingers opened her pussy for Gillian and her assistant responded by plunging her tongue deep inside the woman. Gillian’s tongue was awesome, doing a frantic dance on Cassie’s cunt and when it found her clit, Cassie was grinding into her face. Cassie pinched her nipples, pushed her pussy into Gillian’s sucking mouth. Cassie exchanged a smile with Jack, who was enjoying the other end of the prone woman, and an orgasm rocked her so strongly, she had to struggle to keep from collapsing back into the chair.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re incredible, Gillian. Yeah, use your tongue, that’s it,” Cassie cried.
Gillian lapped up all of Cassie’s girl-cum. Her face was glazed with it when Cassie finally fell back into the chair to watch the rest of the action. In the back of her mind, Gillian realized that when she was pinned between her bosses she had truly, completely, surrendered herself, became a tool of their lust. And she was filled with pride. Beason’s driving cocked pushed Gillian over the edge. Mouth freed, she started begging and couldn’t stop.
“God! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me harder! Harder! Please, fuck me, I wanna come. Please make me come again. Oh, yeah, thank you. I’m commmiiinnggg….”
Gillian was rendered speechless. Every nerve was alight. Her body went rigid, her blood pounded in her ears. Her throbbing pussy swallowed her whole body. Beason could not deny her milking cunt. He extracted himself just in time to send seething torrents of cum all over her ass and thighs. His cock jerked all over her while Beason roared his victory.
The session was finally completed, with Beason recovering in his chair while Gillian lay across his desk, not moving. Cassie sagged in the chair in front of her, breathing hard. Cassie was the first to really recover. She got back into her discarded dress and walked around the desk to rub Beason’s shoulders, but not before bending to kiss Gillian hotly on the mouth. Beason sighed and fastened his pants.
“You may go home now, Miss Langdon.”
It was insanely casual, like she’d just handed him a stack of paperwork to sign. Gillian had no idea what to think. Maybe it was all just an illusion. But that couldn’t be true. She felt his cum drying on her sore ass and her body still tingled with the elation of her orgasms.
Gillian ached as she pushed off from the desk. She kicked off the remnants of her panties and tights and hooked her bra, then buttoned her blouse. She looked at Cassie, then Beason, but he remained impassive.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Ms. Langdon. Do not disappoint me again.”
“Yes, sir,” Gillian replied in a small voice.
“When I call you to my office again you will respond promptly.”
“Of course, sir. I am here for whatever you need.”
“You may go.”
Gillian left the office, head bowed. Her behavior horrified her, but she’d never felt more complete. It turned out that a demanding, uncompromising boss was exactly what she needed to reach her full potential.
