Amy stepped out into the bright sunlight of the morning, sipping her coffee casually she headed down the crowded street, off to her new job. Only a day past 18 now, she had graduated high school early, and because of hardships at home she had found herself forced to postpone college and head right into the work force.
The brisk click of her heels lead her to the small law firm in which she worked. A friend of her mothers really got her this job and she felt she had to take it to help support her family. Otherwise if given another choice she wouldn't be here again today. She worked for a tall dark man named Mr. Davis; he was attractive had a slim build and dark ebony skin but his personality made it hard for Amy to work here. As His assistant, he barley talked to her unless it was to shout out an order or a demand... yet he stared at her with those dark looming eyes so many times during the day, Amy found it gave her shivers just to think of the way he looked at her, and yet how her cheeks flushed when he did.
She opened the door to the office the first one in today she laid her coat by the side of the door and made her way into the lady's room to freshen up before the start of her day. She surveyed herself in the mirror, Her soft white skin, her cheeks flushed now from the cold of the weather, her green eyes shining back at her. Amy didn't wear much make up; she really didn't need to. It made her look false and almost clown like. Her breasts were firm and perky under her soft cotton blouse. She lifted her hands to her hair and pulled up her honey brown tresses, binding it up securely she smiled at herself thinking it would have to do for now, maybe when she got more money saved up she could buy a more appropriate wardrobe for a new working woman.
She left the lady's room and in an instant she gasped, there was Mr. Davis standing in front of her. "Good morning Amy." Amy smiled and brushed by Him, returning to her desk that faced His. Mr. Davis's Partner Mr. Sherry wasn't in today and Amy wasn't looking forward to such a long day with her employer all alone.
She straightened up her desk and began filing through some paper work Mr. Davis had given her the day before. She could feel His eyes watching her, but she pretended to ignore it, carrying on with her tasks.
"AMY!" Her heart jumped as her long legs carried her over to Mr. Davis's desk, "Yes, Sir?" she asked, her lip trembling slightly and her fingers shaking. Even his voice made her nervous.
"I've been looking over these papers, Amy, for the McMahon case... and I've seen that you filed some of them incorrectly. You've been here long enough to know standard procedure, Amy. Do you have an excuse for this obvious incompetence?"
Amy's face was flushed now, her heart beating harder. She KNEW she filed those papers correctly; why was he doing this? He hated her. He MUST hate her. He wanted her gone; she knew it, and she just couldn't lose this job. Her family needed the money so badly.
Amy hung her head, barely able to speak. She replied to him, "No, Sir, I thought for sure I filed them correctly, Sir. It must have been a mistake; please let me fix it." Amy grabbed for the papers hoping to correct the "mistake" she had made. Mr. Davis just smiled and pulled them back. "Not so fast, Amy, fixing a mistake after it is done really doesn't solve much. You will have to learn not to make the mistake to begin with. There must be some kind of punishment, a reprimand if you will. Don't you agree Amy?"
Amy shuddered... punishment? Like this job wasn't punishment enough. She moved the strands of hair from her face and looked at Mr. Davis "Yes, Sir," she stammered. "I suppose there should be something done," her weak voice replied.
Mr. Davis raised his hand and began to outline Amy's waist. "How old are you Amy?"
"18," she whispered, "Just turned, but I did finish school, Sir."