Marie had been ecstatic to when she had been promoted from her simple office cubical to secretary for the VP of customer relations, Mr. John Clinton. She?d only been working for the company for a year and such a high promotion was quiet surprising.

Why, Mr. Clinton himself had come to her little box and told her the news citing how she had the best qualification.

Almost a week in her new position she began noticing little things that seemed... odd.

Mr. Clinton would call her into his office to take notes and both of his chairs would be piled with files, forcing Marie to sit on the desk instead. She?d bring him a coffee, hand it to him at which point his hand would suddenly shake, spilling the coffee all over herself. This would happen an average of five times a day. Mr. Clinton would also address her so casually with words like 'honey' and 'dear'. The final clue was the e-mails, each getting bolder and bolder.

Marie thought about quitting but she needed the money. So she decided to just bare with it and take the next transfer she could. Hopefully to a woman, this time. Resolved, Marie set to work at desk, when another e-mail popped up from her boss.

'Honey, why don't you come here and try out my new leather couch? You've been here a month and you mustn't deny me the pleasure of seeing you on it. Hope you didn't forget why I hired you... so get your pretty ass over here!!!?

Marie sighed. That one was way to obvious. Cracking her knuckles she set to work on a reply.

'Go........ Fuck....... your...... ass...... Sir!!!!'

Marie nodded. That should make it clear that she was not going to sleep with him. He could oggle, pinch and poke her as much as he liked but that?s where she drew the line.

Little did Marie know.