Chapitre 1: Nasty Boss, Lucas Leedon
She took a deep breath before knocking on his door, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable onslaught of complaints that awaited. Milane yearned for the freedom to quit her job right then and there, to break free from the suffocating grip it held over her. Student loans and mortgages kept her tethered to this life she wanted to escape. Dreams of striking it rich and winning the lottery grew more enticing with each passing day, but the weight of responsibilities always brought her back to reality.
"Mr. Leedon, here's your coffee," she said, mustering all the composure she could manage.
Lucas, her boss, sneered at her, his tone dripping with condescension. "Ms. Milane, has our office undergone some secret renovation that I'm unaware of? Why does it take an eternity for you to make a simple cup of coffee?"
With a polite tone, she responded, "My apologies, Mr. Leedon. The pantry was quite crowded and—"
Cutting her off, Lucas dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "I won't entertain your excuses. Just make sure you deliver the coffee more promptly next time. You can leave now, and please walk with grace. Stop dragging your feet across the hallway; I could hear you from a mile away."
"Noted, Mr. Leedon. However, I would like to request a day off tomorrow as it is my mother's..."
Death anniversary.
Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her once again, his impatience palpable.
"No, you may not. If there's nothing else, leave," he curtly declared.
A wave of emotions welled up within Milane, threatening to spill over. But she refused to shed tears in his presence. Tomorrow marked the solemn occasion of her mother's death anniversary, and all she wanted was to pay her respects.
With a heavy heart, Milane turned around and exited the office, determined to make no sound that he could deem disruptive to his train of thought. The weight of his criticisms still clung to her, but she pushed forward, seeking solace in the sanctuary of her own desk.
As she sat down, her gaze fell upon the towering pile of work that awaited her—a testament to the never-ending demands of her job. With a sigh, she delved into the tasks at hand, burying herself in the mountain of papers and deadlines. It was her refuge, her escape from the suffocating atmosphere of Mr. Leedon's domain.
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During lunchtime, Audrey placed her tray next to mine and asked, "Hey, Milane, are you okay?"
"The usual... Audrey, I really want to quit my job. Working with Lucas feels like hell," Milane confessed, her frustration evident.
"I understand completely. None of his previous personal assistants lasted more than three months, and here you are, enduring for four. You should be proud of yourself," she remarked, offering a glimmer of support.
"I don't need that kind of accolade. I just want to quit... but I can't."
" Yes, I can't. I'm trapped. Bound by a sponsorship contract with Leedon Corporation, breaking the bond would require a hefty sum. Moreover, I'm burdened with mortgages—this house was my mother's dream before she passed, and I'm determined to keep it.", Milane thought to herself.
Audrey glanced around discreetly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, you could consider a side job to earn some extra cash. Once you've saved enough, you can slap a wad of money on Lucas's desk and resign."
Why does she have to whisper? Should I be whispering too?
"It's not that simple. A side job would violate my contract, and I'm already overwhelmed with overtime every day. I can't squeeze any more time out of my schedule," Milane whispered back, her tone filled with resignation.
"Well, there is one opportunity..." Audrey's voice trailed off, her cheeks reddening as she hesitated.
Hope ignited within Milane at her words. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Tell me," Milane urged, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Ahem. Have you ever tried BDSM?" she blurted out, her embarrassment evident.
"BDSM?!?" Milane couldn't help but raise my voice in surprise.
"Shhhhh!!!" Audrey hushed, urging me to lower her voice.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone about this," she whispered, her eyes darting around nervously.
Milane's lips quivered with anticipation as she leaned in, eager to hear the intriguing information Audrey was about to reveal.
"Well, I joined this exclusive app for BDSM enthusiasts. Many people on the app are there to fulfill their fantasies, but I'm just in it for the money," she explained.
"What kind of fantasies? And how much can you actually earn?" Milane inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"You know, BDSM involves dominance and submission, right? This app helps people find partners for their desired roles while ensuring their identities remain confidential. If someone wants to dominate others, they can find submissive partners through the app, and vice versa. Personally, I've always been interested in being submissive, so I thought I could join and earn some extra cash while enjoying myself," Audrey divulged.
"Can you negotiate your pay with your employer? And what kind of activities are involved?" Milane probed further.
"Yes, you can discuss your desired pay with your employer. They usually pay quite generously. As for activities, it's really up to you. The app simply connects you with potential employers and doesn't interfere with what happens during the sessions. However, there are some rules to follow. For instance, to protect confidentiality, both parties wear masks throughout the session," Audrey explained.
"But I'm not naturally submissive. Plus, I'm tired of being pushed around at work," Milane expressed her reservations.
"Well, you can apply to be a dominatrix instead! You can take control and unleash all your frustrations on your employer. Just imagine he's Lucas, and you can torture him all you want," Audrey suggested playfully.
They both burst into laughter at the thought, momentarily forgetting the seriousness of our conversation.
"Hahaha! That could be quite satisfying, but I still have some hesitations," IMilaneadmitted.
"I understand. It's quite kinky, after all. Here, I'll send you the app. You can read more about it and make your decision," Audrey offered, reaching for her phone.
"Thank you, Audrey," Milane said, genuinely grateful for her support and willingness to share this unconventional opportunity with her.
"You're most welcome, Milane! Hopefully, this might be the key that unlocks your freedom," Audrey cheered, unaware of the profound impact her suggestion would have on her.
Little did she know that this wasn't just the key to freedom, but also the key to unlocking her deepest desires.
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