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"Your coffee's ready Mr. Sand," Lydia proclaimed shyly. It was her first day in the office as Mr. Sand's assistant and something about him creeped her out.

"Mmmm," Mr. Sand purred. "Delicious..." Mr. Sand whispered while examining his new assistant. She had wavy, dark brunette hair that framed her modelesc face accenting her cheekbones. She looked straight out of a magazine. The pencil skirt Lydia wore flattered her body in more than one way, the high heels lengthened her legs, and the matching suit jacket gave her a sophisticated look. She filled out her skirt and matching suit jacket in just the right places. Mr. Sand liked what he saw.

"Anything else I can do for you sir?" questioned Lydia. She still seemed timid.

"Oh nothing... For now..." Mr. Sand chuckled to himself.

Lydia left Mr. Sand's office and sat at her cubicle right near his door. He seemed a little odd. Almost as though he had something other than business on his mind. Meanwhile Mr. Sand was thinking to himself. "An attractive, working woman is never a bad thing..."

He wanted to see her sweat. See her work hard just for him. "Oh Lydia!" Mr. Sand sneered through the door. "Can you help me with something?"

"That's what I'm here for. " Lydia proclaimed.

"It's been awhile since I've gone through those files back there, I need them organized and alphabetized." Mr. Sand demanded, pointing to the three large file cabinets sitting opposite his desk.

"Alright sir. Right away!" Lydia got to work. She pulled open the first drawer, and could tell immediately she was in for it. Lydia pulled a chair over to rest the papers on, bent over, and began alphabetizing.

Folders and random papers were spilling out.

"Good!" Mr. Sand screamed in his head. Lydia was bent over and working diligently, giving Mr. Sand the perfect view of exactly what he wanted to see... ☺

"Mr. Sand, sir?" Lydia seemed confused and a little annoyed.

"Why are you not working?!" Mr. Sand was not happy. "I'm paying you to work, not to ask questions."

"But sir..."

"If you must!" Mr. Sand interrupted

"Sir, this task is going to take days. I'm willing to do the work, but I cannot finish today. You can't expect that."

"The longer the better!" Mr. Sand pronounced slyly.

Something about how he responded to her comment made Lydia cringe. It was uncomfortable almost... She peeked