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I looked at the floor, whispering, “Probably not, sir.”

“If I told you to strip right now, bend over my desk, and let Michelle and me have our way with you, would you do it if you knew your job was not on the line?”

I could feel my face flush. Your badge should activate the elevator for you, miss.”

I smiled and thanked him, pinning the badge to the waist of my skirt as I headed toward the elevators.