Women at Work

Women at Work
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Cherry Feliz dusted the door with her knuckles.

“What!?” the impatient voice of Nan Stewart came from within.

Cherry pushed the door open, stuck her head into the large, tastefully-appointed office. “Ms Stewart, I’m Cherry, from the payroll department, and—”

“It can wait!” Nan stated, waving a dismissive hand. She slammed a briefcase shut and stood up behind her huge expanse of mahogany desk. “Make an appointment to see me next week or something. Right now, I’ve got a date with a drink and a boat.”

Cherry slipped inside the office, quietly closing the door and walking over to Nan’s desk. “What I have to say won’t wait until next week.”

Nan looked up, her clear, blue eyes flashing angrily. She swatted a dangling strand of glossy blonde hair aside and demanded, “Just who do you think—?”

“I want to talk to you about the irregularities I’ve found on your expense claim forms.” Cherry placed a file on the gleaming top of Nan’s desk.

Nan swept it away. “Get out of my office! Now!”

Cherry didn’t blink, big brown eyes locked on Nan’s. “Part of my job is to enter all the executives expense claim forms into the system. Usually I only get totals for yours, but a while back I received a number of detailed forms. And I’ve been reviewing them, and I’ve found a number of irregularities. For instance—”

Nan banged a hand down on her briefcase. The office went quiet. She took a deep breath, large breasts straining the rich silk of her white blouse. “My expense reports are reviewed and signed by Mr. Fielder, Chairman of the Board. No one else is allowed to see them. Now get out of here and consider yourself lucky to still have a job on Monday.”

“Well, I guess Mr. Fielder doesn’t look at them too closely -being pretty old and all,” Cherry persisted, tucking her shimmering, brown hair in behind her ears. She rubbed her tiny hands on the sides of her short, black skirt, licked her crimson lips. “Because you’re missing a bunch of meal receipts from your trip to New York – expensive meals. And you filed a mileage claim for the trip when a plane would have been a lot cheaper.”

Nan glared at the young woman, silver fingernails biting into the leather of her briefcase.

“And for your trip to Miami, you submitted all the receipts okay. But you’ve included expenses for some woman who, as far as I can tell, doesn’t even work for the company.”

Nan moved swiftly around her desk, slender, silk-sheathed legs whispering lethal. She was beside Cherry in an instant, looking down at the smaller woman from the end of her aristocratic nose. “Consider yourself terminated, effective immediately!”

Cherry looked up into the older woman’s angry face. “And you were reimbursed for a trip to Mexico, even though the company doesn’t do any—”

Nan slapped the girl across the face, the hot crack of flesh against flesh exploding obscenely inside the hushed, dignified confines of the business office.

Cherry touched her cheek, crimson finger polish flashing under the lights, diamond spider brooch on her scarlet top rising and falling in rhythm to her small breasts. “Even though the company doesn’t do any business in—”

Nan slapped her again, even harder this time. Cherry’s head jerked to the side, hair flying. She slowly brought her head back around, cheek burning, quiet smile on her pouty lips. Then she shot her hand up, as if to smack the CEO full in the face.

Nan staggered backwards on her spike heels, in fright and in realization that this was a girl to be reckoned with. Her face went deathly pale, her eyes wide. “W-what do you want?” she stammered.

“Bitch!” Cherry hissed, fists clenched with the effort to hold back, body quivering. “You think you can get away with anything! Treat this company and its employees like you own them!”

“N-no, that’s not true,” Nan gasped, staring into the girl’s burning eyes. “I’11-I’ll . . . treat you right.”

“Too late,” Cherry sneered. “Once I turn over what I’ve found to the Board of Directors, and the District Attorney, all your future expenses are going to be the State’s responsibility.”

[…End Excerpt…]

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Product Details
File Size: 232 KB
Print Length: 15 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.55