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I had interviewed for higher positions many times, but the bosses were always cold and obviously disinterested in me. But I wasn't gonna let that discourage me. I kept trying and trying, hoping one of these interviews would take, desperate to continue my meteoric rise.

That brings me back to Randy.

The job of executive assistant to Randy was a highly prized position. That job would lead to big things to whoever held it. His last assistant, Vanessa, had just left for another company, leaving the position open.

A lot of people speculated about why she would choose to leave such a great, cushy job, but uh... haha, let's just say, I had some suspicions. But... that's another story.

Nevertheless, the job had opened up. And when it did, when the position working for Randy opened up, it felt like serendipity. At that moment, it all clicked into place. The solution to all my problems. The glass ceiling I had hit, the way people in the office looked down at me, my obsession with Randy, I could solve all those problems in one fell swoop. An insidious plan formed in my pretty little head. If I played this right, I would have to go down as, like, the smartest bitch ever.

I'm sure within an hour, Randy's inbox was filled with resumes. Mine was among them.

Even though the word was out and I was not likely to rise any higher in the company, they couldn't just not allow me to apply for new positions. They still had to at least give me an interview, and at least let things play out. And this little bit of forced generosity was all I needed. For this job, that would put me and Randy, alone in a room, one on one. Perfect.

That was exactly what I needed to put my plan into motion. And with his unwitting help, I was about to turn his life upside down.

My plan was beautiful. A work of art. In one ambitious maneuver, I had figured out a way to not only get promoted and, like, double my paycheck, but also get to the bottom of my obsession with Randy and, if I played my cards right, I could take control of this company in a manner so bold that even the hardened execs at the top of the company would have to respect it.

And the most beautiful part was, this plan relied on me doing the thing I did best. Better than just about anyone. What was my plan, you might ask?

I was gonna fuck Randy's brains out.

I was gonna put his hard dick in my tight pussy and blow his fucking world apart.

I was gonna conquer him.

I was gonna make him mine.

It was perfect. It was beautiful. And the sweetest part was, he was unwittingly the engineer of his own destruction. He had unwittingly created the blueprint for me to conquer him, and I was the first clever slut to figure that out.

Beautiful.

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Obviously, for the position of working next to Randy, I would be interviewing with him personally. Even though he had only had a few assistants, that didn't mean he was inexperienced at the hiring process. In fact, this dad had put him in charge of hiring's because it's for him.

His dad was so proud of him that he published his personal guide to hiring on the website, proclaiming it like gospel.

It was titled, quite simply, 'How to Get a Job'. Or, as it was known colloquially around the office, 'How to Get a Fucking Job'. The advice was fine, but the higher-ups shoved this guide so far down our throats that it became a bit of a joke.

The tips were, as follows:

1)Know Yourself Before I Meet You.

2)Do Your Research!

3)Control Your Image, Change the Conversation to Emphasize Your Strengths

4)Set Yourself Apart.

5)Cliché's Make My Eyes Glaze Over.

6)Don't be Afraid to Blow Me Away.

7)Think Outside the Box.

8)Know When to Ignore This List.

Good advice, right? Nothing too world changing, but he went into all of them in detail, and it was all good stuff. But I took it to heart, in my own twisted way.

I had no allusions at being the first to interview with him to follow his list. But, I planned to do it in a way it had never been done before. Normally, I was more the type to let others do work for me, but for this, I did some serious work. Some crazy moving and shaking, things that could get me in serious trouble. But it was worth it. I was ready. This job was gonna be mine. And Randy was going to see the product of all that hard work. I was going all in. I was putting it all on the table. My frustration with the job, the glass ceiling I had hit, my annoyance and weird sexual obsession with Randy, it was all convalescing at this one moment it time. All of this work was for one clear goal.

Sex. Hot and dirty, sweaty sex between me, the office slut, and Randy, the office golden boy. My whole career had been building to this moment, where I would have to test all the skills I had picked up in the bedroom against his skills in the boardroom lol. It was almost a philosophical conflict, a battle to determine whose way of life is truly more built for success.

The people who work hard and do things right, or the people like me, who are willing to play very dirty.?

You might ask me why? Why would I want to work for Randy, after all the bad things I've said about him? I mean, yes, I was attracted to him, but despite his intoxicating presence, would it really be worth working alongside the guy who so clearly annoys me?

My feelings for him hadn't changed. It was just, I couldn't wait any longer. This whole thing had to stop. I still found him turbo annoying, but he still made my clit fucking throb