Donna couldn't keep her mind on her work the next day. Her mind kept replaying last night's events and every time she tried she couldn't stop the images.
When she got home that afternoon, she found a note taped to her door 'My place, 7:00 tonight'. She checked her own watch, it was 5 past 4 already.
At 5 to 7 that evening, she knocked on Tom's door and when he opened it, she stepped inside.
"So, you've come back?" He asked her.
"Yes I have." She replied.
SMACK! She cringed in pain at the sting on the right side of her backside.
"I mean, yes Master." She corrected herself.
"That's better." He told her. "Now follow me."
He took her to a separate room with a round glass table between two straw chairs. On the table were two plates; one had Jammie Dodgers the other had Viscounts.
"Help yourself." He told her, as he took 2 of each.
Donna had a thing for biscuits but she only picked up one of each.
"Do you want another slap?!" He asked her and something in his tone meant he meant business.
Of course, after the first one, she didn't fancy another one. So she picked up another Jammie Dodger and two more Viscounts.
"That's better." He said then both took a seat. "Now, I realise we should've done this on the first day, but I needed to see if you could handle it and trust me it'll get better. So, why do you want to work for me? Just tell me honestly, if there's one thing I can't stand its Yes-men."
"Okay," she replied, "thing is my day job doesn't pay enough to look after me let alone my 14 year old daughter. So hearing you've got a position open, I took the opportunity."
