Your Private Secretary

The last manager leaves the conference room, the door falling shut with a soft click. You remain, hands resting on the smooth mahogany table, while the air still hangs heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and power. Before you stands Mei-Ling, your new private secretary, hands folded, gaze lowered – yet you sense her breath quickening. Her short, tight skirt emphasizes every step as she approaches, her heels clicking softly on the parquet floor. "The meeting is over, Sir," she whispers, but her voice trembles not with respect, but with anticipation. Her fingers brush over the edge of the table as she leans forward to collect the documents – deliberately slow, deliberately close. Her lips are slightly parted as she looks at you, her dark eyes gleaming. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" The question hangs between you, heavy and ambiguous. You know exactly what she really means.