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James is a new hotshot secretary at Johnson Accounting with the belief that becoming the personal assistant to Mr. Johnson himself would open doors to him. However, it soon becomes apparent that Mr. Johnson has a few plans James instead. Will James be forced to his knees in his quest to climb the ladder?3762 words.Excerpt -“Didn't seem urgent.” Richard intoned. “Didn't seem urgent.” He heaved a heavy sigh as he took a pen in hand and scribbled a few notes on a sheaf of paper. He then looked up to snarl at James “Do you have any idea what the cost me, boy?”“No, Mr. Johnson.” James gulped. A hard nervous tremble rolled down his body. He knew full well he was f****d.“Plenty.” Richard continued. “Time. Money. The loss of prestige in personally having to call Henderson and grovel.” He tossed the pen to the corner with a growl, losing his composure for that split second. He took in a deep breath as he looked to James, obviously studying him. “What am I to do with you, boy?”“Allow me to make it up to you?” James stammered. His eyes darted around nervously before looking to Richard once more. “Give me a chance to make this right. I'll put in the extra time to get caught up.” He nodded nervously, giving a silent prayer that he could calm the man down. Getting himself fired would be the last thing he wanted.“Make it up to me?” Richard arched a brow, leaning back against his chair. The leather creaked as he looked at James intently. His mustache twitched as the small, cold smile spread across his lips. This is the single reason he had hired James in the first place, and now it was coming to be. “Fair enough,” he whispered nonchalantly as his hands undid his grey slacks. “You can start by getting on your knees and sucking my dick.”“The fuck?” James blurted out, completely taken off guard.“I didn't say I was going to fuck you. Yet, at any rate.” Richard fixed James with a wide smirk as he freed his cock from his slacks. He beckoned him over with a wave of his hand. “That's right. Get on your knees and suck me. Perhaps then all will be forgiven.”“No!” James snarled. Nothing was worth this indignity. He furrowed his brow, looking to Richard's thick cock standing proudly from his pants, and then to the door. He chose the door, determinedly turning his back to open it.“Leave and you're fired, boy.” Richard shot back at him.