May had a look at her schedule. Ah yes. 4 pm. The new help. After her last personal assistant had quit under circumstances neither she nor the girl were willing to talk about, she had put out an ad for a replacement: Female, not too old, "responsible and capable of taking correction" (read: not likely to quit just because of the odd punishment or two). She had not explicitly written "attractive", as she would have found that a little on the nose - but the photos this one had sent with her application had been very promising.
Strictly speaking, she did not need a personal assistant. Her employees took care of the business side of things, while the household was the job of two maids. A personal servant was a luxury item, a status symbol. Maybe more, but that depended on how things worked out. She certainly would not force anything there. If more developed, it was fine. If not, she was more than happy letting the girl take care of her personal needs and simply relaxing a little. She certainly needed a bit of that.
May was in her late twenties, tall and slender, wearing a dark blue business outfit that emphasized her figure even more. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, large brown eyes and a ready smile that seemed a little unfitting for a stern mistress. If there was any hint of that, it was in her precise, military-style movements as she got up from her office chair and went for the door. Two minutes left. If she did not hear a door bell soon, she would have her first opportunity to be stern.
Strictly speaking, she did not need a personal assistant. Her employees took care of the business side of things, while the household was the job of two maids. A personal servant was a luxury item, a status symbol. Maybe more, but that depended on how things worked out. She certainly would not force anything there. If more developed, it was fine. If not, she was more than happy letting the girl take care of her personal needs and simply relaxing a little. She certainly needed a bit of that.
May was in her late twenties, tall and slender, wearing a dark blue business outfit that emphasized her figure even more. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, large brown eyes and a ready smile that seemed a little unfitting for a stern mistress. If there was any hint of that, it was in her precise, military-style movements as she got up from her office chair and went for the door. Two minutes left. If she did not hear a door bell soon, she would have her first opportunity to be stern.
