Authors' Note: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and we're living in the wide wonderful world of erotica-land here, where clichés roam free, and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments because it's all in good fun.
Some of the dialogue uses strong - sometimes derogatory language. Continue reading at your own risk.
Enjoy.
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Max hit the jackpot as far as he knew. Rose, his grouchy old secretary, finally decided to retire at the ripe old age of sixty-four. She had been working at the company even before he was promoted, and he had just hired a much younger and hotter new secretary, Veronica Silva, to replace her.
Veronica was fantastic. Smart, punctual, responsible, undeniably beautiful, bilingual, fast, made delicious coffee, and overall, extremely competent at her job - which honestly came as a surprise, because she was 24 years old. That was little young for the job, in his opinion and frankly, he thought she'd be a mess as a secretary, but she proved him completely wrong.
Sure, there had been other candidates, but, after having to deal with Rose for what had felt like forever, Max wanted some eye candy walking around the office in a skirt and a tight blouse.
However, lately, Veronica was beginning to piss him off. Like mentioned previously, she was great at her job, but she sure spent an excessive amount of time talking on her cell phone. Since it rarely seemed to interfere with getting her work done, he didn't make a big deal out of it.
"Is there something wrong, Miss Silva?"
"Oh! Um...no sir. Just a little family issue, silly things."
Max loved her Hispanic accent. Veronica is from Venezuela. She moved to the US when she was 18 years old to study finance at UCLA on a scholarship. She managed to leave that shithole when she had the chance. A few weeks ago, she told Max, how next month she was about to take her citizenship test and hopefully become American. Max took a year of Spanish back at Stanford, so he kind of understood some of the things she would say and from what he could tell, things were more than a little "complicated" back home.
Max gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Just let me know if I can help in any way, Miss Silva," he said, and turning back towards his office.
Max stared at Veronica, it was impossible not to notice her stunning looks: light golden skin, lovely brown eyes, long and shapely legs; her perfectly rounded ass taut and muscular under her tight skirts; a waist that made her look she was built for fucking; long black hair, beautifully manicured nails; perfectly sculpted lips, a sharp nose and a beautiful smile that made you smile back. Max tried not stare, since the company has strict sexual harassment rules, but he was a man, it was hard to ignore a girl as beautiful as Veronica. Her ass could stop traffic when encased in a skirt.
Two of the other reasons why Max had hired her, was a large, beautiful pair of big, perky tits. From what he could tell, her bra size was a 34 C going to a D. All he knew was that when she wears a blouse, dress, or V-necked sweater, her cleavage looked absolutely mouthwatering. Her breasts just seemed large on her small frame - if he had to guess, Veronica stood at 5'6" maybe going to 5'7".
Max took pride in his acute eye for detail.
Veronica didn't try to dress or act provocatively. It just came naturally to her. She was one of those soft spoken, submissive, wholesome girls who tried to downplay her looks or acted as if she's not aware of them. Just making her all the more alluring.
In other words, the perfect girl to corrupt.
Max Bender became the youngest Executive Director and Design Supervisor for Masters & Bennett interior design and architecture firm at the age of 28. He was making over 7 figures in salary and compensation each year. He was responsible for supervising, managing and approving projects, as well as overseeing products and results.
Sure, sometimes his job would get a little boring, but those six zeros made up for it. It would situate him perfectly to finally get married, but even his love-life has been going downhill.
Max made sure that he and Veronica always had a very businesslike relationship. They rarely talked outside work unless it was work related. They both had problems, sure: her with her 'family issues', apparently, and Max, with his fiancée, Emily, not wanting to have sex with him for the past three weeks.
Clearly Max's problem was more important, right?
The phone calls continued throughout the week. Max was becoming increasingly irritated; it was getting worse. He couldn't but noticed how Veronica's demeanor changed with every phone call from annoyed to upset and most conversations would end with her having a concerned look on her face.
Then on a fateful Thursday, everything changed. In addition to being Max's personal secretary, Veronica was also one of the supply coordinators. She would make a list of what materials they had and which ones they needed to purchase. Since Max was an executive, he would sign the authorization papers to greenlight the purchase. She would bring Max the list with the materials and amount needed. Once he signed off on it, the paper was to be passed to the Logistics and Supply Chain management people.
Later that day, Veronica brought Max the form for the materials that were to be purchased. Just as he was about to sign it, Max noticed a small white streak where the amount was. His eyes narrowed. "What the fuck?" he muttered, doing a double take, his finger grazed the white-like substance, and it was indeed whiteout. The list was small - probably totaling to no more than $15,000 - but the total amount was for $17,500.
He smirked as he signed the paper; something was off.
At 4:00, Veronica packed her things, said goodbye, and walked out the door. Max quickly went to her desk and started browsing through her archived receipts to look for the same materials to add their prices. Sure enough, the total came out to $14,989 dollars.
"Holy shit," he chuckled. He was right, Veronica had altered the total. Max's first thought was to of course to call her in and fire her, but he had to be smart about this. He wanted to build an airtight case against her, there had to be more.
He started going through every list, form and receipt. In the span of about an hour Max had a nice little stack of about sixteen receipts. He was looking at around $8,000 to $18,000 in theft, every single one of them done on small purchases. If Max had to take a guess, she probably thought that he wouldn't notice if it was a small amount of materials and also because she'd brought a different list every week.
He booted up her computer and started scrolling through her files and documents. He continued searching for something bigger, there had to be more, now way there wasn't but after an hour of scrolling through meaningless folders, he was just about to leave when Max came across a list of suppliers and contractors. Two names immediately caught his eye, mainly because he'd never heard of them: Mod Home Resources and Kensington Imports.
Both of those "companies" appeared on a spreadsheet in Veronica's computer, and the firm had paid them over $85,000 to them combined in the past few months.
"I knew it was too good to be true," he said, "fucking bitch."
