New Secretary

I am a partner at a busy law office. In my mid 40's, fit, bored in my marriage with a strong personality that helps me be successful at what I do.

You are 25, 5'2" with brown hair, innocent with an eagerness to learn more and hopefully build a profession as a paralegal and hopefully go back for law school.

I continue taking up more and more of your time with requests for you to handle my personal affairs and you are starting to get more and more frustrated

The elevator door closes and I take a deep breath. I don't know why I still get so nervous just coming in to work every day. In my initial interview for this job, I remember how intimidated I felt by this building, your office.. and by you. I don't even remember how I answered your interview questions that day, but I do remember how the way you looked at me gave me goosebumps. I told myself I was being silly. A happily married man like you, a brilliant lawyer at the top of his game - I knew that if you had any interest in me at all, it was purely professional.

But now I've been your secretary for almost a month and you've asked me to do things that I thought were a bit.. well, unprofessional. Some things I don't mind, even if they're not in my job description, like picking up your drycleaning. But other things seem a bit strange, like when you asked me to get a gift for your wife's birthday. Lingerie, you suggested. You told me to get something I would choose for myself, have it wrapped and leave it in your office, which I did.

I smooth out my skirt and tuck my hair behind my ears, a nervous habit I've had since I was a kid. I've never had a job with a big firm like this and I don't want to screw it up. The elevator door opens and I walk past the reception desk, down the hall towards your office, wondering what you have in store for me today.