Part 1 - The Interview
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach as you sat outside my office waiting for your interview.
You were going over your resume in your head when the click of the door startled you. Another beautiful young woman walked out past where you were sitting, a stiff smile on her face as she left, not looking at anyone.
"Angel?" I asked politely, holding the door while gesturing for you to enter.
Looking back you saw I was standing there holding it open with a warm smile on my face. My neatly trimmed beard and clean shaven head along with a crisp dress shirt and pinstripe trousers seemed maybe a little intimidating, but was offset by the friendliness in my eyes.
You nodded meekly as you stood up, smoothed your skirt and quickly checked your blouse, grabbing your purse and papers as I ushered you in, quietly closing the door behind you.
The office was large and very tastefully appointed, centered on a substantial desk with a single chair poised facing it, obviously for you to sit in. You noticed the paintings on the walls and the light streaming in from the windows on your left, as well as the less formal sitting area on the right, with a leather loveseat and four chairs surrounding a sturdy coffee table, you walked in and took your seat.
I sat down behind the monolithic desk and introduced myself as I began your interview. You had read about the position before applying, but we spoke about it again as I explained that you would be my personal assistant, answering directly to me.
We discussed the duties that would be required of you, how dependent I would become on your handling of the nuts and bolts of my daily affairs. How I may require you to accompany me on business trips and work occasional overtime, and the appropriate compensation. I also mentioned the strict privacy policy at the company, mentioning that some of our business was very sensitive, and we prided ourselves on our discretion. I was obligated to let you know that a Nondisclosure Agreement was required to work here. You thought back to the high wages offered and thought maybe that was why the company paid so well.
Very quickly I veered off of the formal interview questions and started asking you about yourself. You were a little flustered at first, but quickly realized that I was trying to get a measure of you personally, and began to relax and open up as much as you could allow in a professional interview. You paused when I let a swear slip, glancing up you saw me appraising you, was I trying to guage your reaction?
After about a half hour you could feel the chemistry between us, and I hadn't stopped smiling for the entire interview. I leaned back in my chair, lacing my fingers behind my head as I assessed you before speaking, "I think you would be the perfect fit for me, Angel." (why did your pussy tingle when I said that?) "We only have the formalities of the paper work, if this interview ends well."
With that I pulled open a drawer and produced a thin folder. Opening it, I separated a few-page document and slid it towards you, handing you my pen.
You glanced down at the title 'Nondisclosure Agreement' as I spoke up, "If we can get this formality out of the way we can continue. This states that you agree that you may be privileged to company secrets and other sensitive information in the course of this interview and your work, and you agree that you will not speak about it with anyone outside the company."
You felt the familiar trepidation that would arise whenever you were about to sign an important legal document as you quickly scanned through the entire text. You took a deep breath and pressed the pen to the paper, little did you know how much your life would change with that signature. Looking up you could see me studying you with a cool grin, a little shiver ran down your spine.
I took the NDA and placed it in a drawer in my desk, you heard the jingle of keys as I locked it away while you waited. I teased the next document out of the pile and spun it to face you, "And this is your employment contract, please go over it before you sign. I'm right here if you have any questions, and I'm in no rush."
You took the contract and sat back in your seat to peruse it, carefully reading through the pages of obtuse and wordy text. Feeling that you might be taking too long you glanced up at me, only to catch me watching you and smiling comfortably. I put up my hands deferentially and said, "please, take as long as you need. This is an important decision."
You made it to the end of the contract and looked up at me, it seemed pretty standard accept for it's references to "Addendum A," which wasn't present so you asked about it. You watched my smile get even bigger as I slid the last sheet of paper in the folder across my desk to you.
"You're the only interviewee that reviewed the contract so thouroughly, my dear. Which just convinces me more that you are perfect for the job, as long as you agree to the terms of course."
You looked down at the document titled "Addendum A," drafted in the regular legal font, at first glance it didn't appear to be anything special, with little spaces for your initials beside each point, but as you read it your heart began to flutter.
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___ I agree that the rules for my work attire do not follow the policy set out for the rest of the company, but are decided solely at the discretion of my direct supervisor and are subject to change without notice.
___ I agree that I shall now address my superiors in the company as "Sir" or "Madam," and I shall address my direct supervisor as "Sir" or "Master."
___ I agree that I shall be held to an exteremely high standard of work quality regarding any written documentation or communications, answering solely to my direct supervisor.
___ I agree that for the duration of my employment, along with the duties described in the employment contract, I am required to make myself available in every capacity my direct supervisor deems necessary, including overtime, business trips, sexual receptivity and contract negotiations.
