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I gather my work and make my way to his office, hoping to prove myself and ensure that I'm meeting his expectations. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I knock again after a while, still no response. Frustrated, I push the door open and step inside, only to find that Michael is nowhere to be seen. He must have left while I was engrossed in my work, I think to myself.

I place the finished project on his table and close the door behind me. Then I return to my chair, where I sift through the other projects I'm supposed to tackle the following day. Uncertain if I should leave or wait for his return, I'm determined to make a lasting first-day impression. I choose to stay, demonstrating my dedication and seriousness about the job. After waiting for 4 hours without any sign of Michael's return, I notice that it's dark outside. I check my watch and realize that it's late. I decide to head home, ensuring that I'll be ready and refreshed for the following day. I don't want him to think I'm lazy for leaving work at 11:30 in the evening.

I finish up my work, close my computer, gather my things, and head towards the elevator. As I walk through the building, I realize that I'm likely the only one left in the large office. This reinforces my decision to go home, prepare for the next day, and continue making a strong impression on my new job.

Chapter Thirteen

Making a Mark

After the first day at work, I hadn't seen Michael again. I've been going in every day and going through the documents on his desk, then sorting them one by one. I soon realized that there's a growing pile of documents that haven't been worked on, and I decide to take it upon myself to deal with them before he comes back. Of course, I seek help from the receptionist I met during my first day. It's important to keep things organized, and I don't want to let this paperwork pile up any longer.

So, every morning, I walk into the office with a sense of purpose. I head straight to Michael's desk, and the routine begins. Sorting through stacks of paper, deciphering cryptic notes, and making sense of the scattered information becomes my daily mission. It's as if I've unofficially taken over some of Michael's responsibilities.

As I delve deeper into the sea of documents, I start to uncover patterns and discover unfinished projects. It's clear that there's important work hidden within these neglected files. I find myself piecing together the fragments, ensuring that nothing is lost in the chaos. While I'm making progress, I can't help but wonder about Michael's sudden absence. Has he fallen ill? Is he on vacation? The mystery surrounding his absence only adds to the urgency of my mission. I want to make sure everything is in order when he returns.

In my quest to tackle the paperwork, I can't do it alone. So, I reach out to the friendly receptionist I met on my first day. She's been a valuable resource, guiding me through the company's labyrinthine procedures and connecting me with the right people. With her support, I hope to efficiently clear the backlog of work, making sure that Michael returns to a well-organized workspace. With the receptionist's guidance, I become more efficient in navigating the office's systems and protocols. She introduces me to key colleagues who can provide insight into the specific projects that were left unattended by Michael. These interactions not only aid in my document sorting mission but also broaden my understanding of the company's operations. It's clear that the team appreciates my efforts to keep things running smoothly during Michael's absence. They see me as a dependable colleague who's willing to step up when needed. Although I still wonder about Michael and his prolonged absence, I find a sense of satisfaction in my role as the office's unsung hero, ensuring that no critical tasks are neglected. As the days turn into weeks, my rapport with my colleagues deepens, and I become a more integral part of the team. Together, we're making significant progress in clearing the backlog, and the anticipation of Michael's return grows. I look forward to his reappearance, hoping to provide him with an organized workspace and a seamless transition back into his responsibilities.

I had grown accustomed to working late into the night and arriving at the office early in the morning. This day was no different. As I prepare to finally head home, I sense familiar footsteps approaching from behind. The unmistakable aroma of the expensive masculine cologne I had become so familiar with fills the air.

"No doubt, this is Michael," I mutter under my breath. My intuition rarely fails me, and just as I suspected, Michael walks through the door. He's as striking as ever, exuding his usual charismatic and dominant aura that demands attention.

I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and curiosity as I watch him reappear after his prolonged absence. His presence in the office brings a sense of completeness, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. As Michael enters, he seems slightly surprised to find me still at work, given the late hour. A small smile plays on his lips as he takes in the meticulously organized desk and the documents neatly sorted, a stark contrast to the chaos that awaited him when he left.

"Good evening," I say, trying to sound casual despite the swirl of emotions within me. "I've been taking care of your desk and the pending work during your absence. It's great to have you back."

Michael's eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I sense a hint of gratitude in his expression. "Thank you," he replies, his voice as commanding as ever. "I appreciate your dedication. You've done an excellent job."

The acknowledgment from Michael is rewarding, and I feel a sense of validation for the hard work I've put in during his absence. As we exchange a few words, I can't help but admire his presence and the air of authority that surrounds him. With his return, the office feels whole once more, and I'm ready to support him in any way I can.

Michael steps into his office and closes the door behind him, leaving me standing there with a sense of accomplishment. I can't help but reflect on the relief I feel about my new working relationship with him.

"Working with him is not such a bad idea after all," I mutter to myself, a triumphant smile on my face. "I thought that he would not keep his hands to himself after I came to work with him. This is refreshing."

The initial concerns and doubts about working closely with Michael seem to have faded, replaced by a newfound sense of professional respect and camaraderie. It's a reassuring feeling, and I'm eager to continue supporting him in our shared endeavors. As I gather my belongings and prepare to head home, I can't help but mull over the unexpected turn of events. Working with Michael has proven to be a professional experience, far removed from the concerns I initially had. The newfound respect and camaraderie are not only refreshing but also motivating.

With a sense of contentment, I exit the office, ready to return the next day and face new challenges alongside Michael. It's become clear that our collaboration promises growth, both in terms of professional development and personal satisfaction.

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The following day I arrive at work earlier than usual, making sure that Michael finds me there and not the other way around. Immediately I get out of the escalator, I notice that the lights in Michael's office is on. I cautiously walk towards it feeling unsure of whether it is him or not. I walk into my office but before I can switch the lights on, I feel a strong arm around my waist. His tantalizing cologne flood my nose and realization dawns on me.

"Mr. Simmon...sir...w-what are..." Before I can say anything, he pushes our bodies closer so that I can feel his heart thumping in his chest. In the dimly lit room I notice his eyes searching for mine, dangerously piercing through to my soul. My heart flutters not knowing what to do next. He then uses one hand to push my waist further into his crotch and the other to hold my head in place. The next thing I feel is his lips onto mine sucking onto them lightly. I am taken aback for a moment, my mind wondering to a few hours before, when I thought that our relationship was only professional. I am jerked back to reality when I feel my legs lift off the ground. He carries me into his office, swipes the desk clean and places me there. He pulls back and looks at my face. It is safe to say that at that moment, I am unable to read his mind.

"Mr. Simmon, this is not appropriate. Sir we are at work." I manage to voice out once my heart calms down.

"Don't." Michael says as he kisses the corner of my mouth, snakes his hand up my already exposed thighs and chuckles. His look is still dangerous and calculative while his aura is domineering and authoritative.

"Mmh! Ahh! Mr. Simmon...mmh" I moan out his name but he freezes.

"I told you not to do that." It is a warning that comes out of his mouth. I am dumbfounded.

"Don't call me that!" He warns again.

'Oh... Don't call him Mr.Simmon.' I mentally face palm myself.

Just then, I feel his mouth on mine, for a while then on my cheeks, the nape of my neck and on my earlobes. Pleasure surge throughout my body as I place my hands on his shoulder. With just one move, Michael has made my worries, about crossing the boundaries, disappear. Instead of reservations I had earlier, my body has been invaded with a beautiful sensation, wild desires and electric shots. I allow him to do to me whatever he wants to do as I moan out his name. Michael pulls my skirt higher and removes my blouse and bra. My perky boobs spring free, bouncing up and down as my chest rises and falls. Michael licks his lips and then buries his head onto my boobs. He gives out a moan as he takes his large, masculine hands towards them. He cups them and lick them while teasing and massaging each one. He then slips one into his mouth, suck on them while licking them at the same time.

"Oh baby, what did I do to deserve you." He says huskily, never giving me a chance to speak. I can feel his bulge, pressing against my abdomen and a mischievous glint plays across my phone. I grab his head gently, touching his lips while biting mine. He chuckles and I kiss him. I get off the desk and move away from him playfully. Just as I had guessed, he follows me and I take that opportunity to push him on his chair. I smile and climb on top of him then pull him towards me using his tie. I then push my skirt even higher and place both of his hands on my ass. I motion for him to squeeze them and when he does so, I moan out loudly in his mouth.

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